Memories of the 1960's. Drinking from the garden hose, Playing outside till it was time for supper or it got dark-whichever came first. Box fans, heat rash, Church on Sunday and one family black & white television with 3 channels. Time passes and times sure have changed. Welcome to my world. Stories about growing up in Texas. New adventures and the struggle to remain relevant in the lives of my adult children.
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
Days Like This
Days like this. One moment I am so relieved the mixed up puzzle pieces of my life seem to be starting to fit together. The next moment some part of the reality I work so hard to dismiss just glares at eye level and bores right into my here and now. Quickly I flick that switch hoping it works. I want to bring the happy, feel the peace, see only the good. I do not deal well with conflict, or emotional pain or even everyday worry. I chose to not acknowledge those in a hurry, those that betray and things that harbor confusion. If I ignore what I have difficulty understanding or what causes me the kind of sadness only my spirit can shed the tears then surly it will not truly exist-there will not be Days Like This!
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