Stella can't admit she is an artist. How presumptuous and downright impractical! Where's the money in watercolors and song? Stella's mind and soul are always in a state of agitation over this deep, dark yearning of hers to make beautiful things that people really care about (again with the recurring theme--care enough to part with their hard-earned cash.) All that want and restlessness is very bad stuff. It puts the world in a sickly grey-green light. People and objects once precious are now given the same consideration as a pound of dryer lint. Our Lady of Privation deserves a lament to be sung in her honor ~
The stars are heavenly imperfections strewn across a black, beautiful vastness. I wish it were true Stella did hang her dream on a fixed point of hope. But she was so easily given to despair because stars are very far away. Stella's heart was meant to be bigger. Then the door to the world would have opened for her.
I don't wear a watch. Easy enough to get around without one. Besides, I don't trust a measurement of time that does not leave a twinge in my belly or an ache in my bones. My local crone told me it's a much wiser move to keep pace with cycles.
"Somethin' worth the wait can't win no footrace. All you can do is get your hands dirty and pay no mind to church bells and calendars. A timepiece in your pocket ain't got nothin' to do with doin' right."
I get her point. Nothing but my own process, perseverance, and nature's pleasure can measure true progress. Round and round we go and still the road is long.
it should be noted many people live inside me. me meaning you meaning the guy who runs the register at the mini-mart meaning ort...in other words, all of us have beings who live in our bodies. "innards," i like to call them. i wouldn't mind the company if they all got along, but just like the people you can see with your own two eyes, there is always an innard who wants to be top dog. and once someone wants to be above all the rest, all the rest want to be king/queen of the hill, too. so right now, this gal called crystal wants to be in charge. she's a firecracker, that one, but not as scary as a couple of them are. since she's been the squeakiest lately, i should let her speak before one of those other ones muscles in. they're not very nice when they sink their teeth into my heart, let me tell you.
A distressed blessing luck is. Some say you make your own, while others believe luck owns your backside for life. Speaking of which, life is said to have a purpose. Luck says: "Hang on there, partner. Everything depends on which side of the shadow you're from." There's a lesson embedded somewhere on this page about what to do when the goal gets pushed farther and farther away. It's hard to disguise frustration, harder still to experience yet another delay. I am told the wait is fine, if bitter, nourishment.
The Search for Happiness is a popular pastime. We all look for the path that'll lead us to Happyville. So now comes the sad part of this tale. Many of us walk right past the trailhead. Sometimes we trip on the welcome mat and don't even stop to see what put the stutter in our step. Opportunity pops in to say hello more often than we think, so here's a thought to ponder for the upcoming week:
No one benefits from being asleep during waking hours.
Applied she did.
Darla loved a yellow Lab.
Doctor told her ...
Everything's a movie. Just buy a bloody shirt already. Who needs the song and dance? It's not necessary to make a big production out of a daily (for most folks, anyway) habit. Yes, one should cover her bits. And yes, choosing items for one's wardrobe can be fun. I'm not totally thumbing my nose at fashion, but the commercial that tries real hard not to be a commercial is off-putting. Go out into the world and create your own style. Save some money and give back to your community while you're at it. Now that's a good fit, don't you think?