INCONCEIVABLY BLONDE....

Lights out, visitors gone, it’s just you and me, no phone, no TV. Just us girls.   Hush now, don’t worry-- I’m right here, and I’m staying. It’s all right, I won’t leave you. Get some sleep, now. I’ll be here. Let me grab my nail file, trim your nails, file them down just a bit, nice and round, nice and smooth.  Those little things make such a big difference. (We girls understand that.) Trusting me, letting go, letting me take your hand in mine-- Once, strong, quick and nimble… Now, trembling and feeble, weathered and weakened by pain. Rubbing lotion in to massage away the strain of the day. Those beautiful hands-- so elegant and graceful, writing and typing stories, covering glories and events through the years.  Stories I could only imagine…. Those very same hands held us as babies, helped others, cooked, cleaned and worked us into the family we are. Those same hands that wiped tears from my eyes, picked me up when I’d fall, hugged,

They say all roads lead to Rome. Ok, so…. What road leads to you? The You that you want, the You that you need, the You that you are already (and may not know it)…. Better be ready, at least have some idea of what makes you you , makes you tick, who you want to be and why, try to picture the path your life will lead.  Even so, how do you really know what your life’s road will be, what’s your destiny? Destination unknown? Doesn’t have to be…. What does it look like? Is it straight and narrow, or winding and curved? Is it paved or cobbled, or covered in dirt? Where does it come from? Where does it go? How does it travel? Too fast, or too slow? Is it the “Road Less Travelled,” or does everyone know? How far must you take it before you know? When you drive down the beach, Are you ready to meet The You that is waiting for you to arrive? Climb inside and sit back, inhale the salty, sunny breeze on your face, tickle the truth in this place,

I hate the D word, really, I do…. (If you see what I see, wouldn’t you, too?) Why do we dwell on the divergence, the diversity, the difference of life? D is for… Dirty Depressing Difficult Dull Doomsday Dumb-as-a-box-of- (but, alas, I DIGRESS)…. I don’t mean to get y’all DOWN-in-the dumps…. after all, we don’t have to live on the down side, do we…. Don’t get me wrong, now, I DO happen to know D is for… Divine Deity Delish Delightful, as it were. Well, DUHHH!!!! Ya big DUMMY! Are we not all of us created in God’s image? Male and female-- Doesn’t that mean we are all the SAME and NOT DIFFERENT ? Yet, “ Different ,” you say, “is good ,” you say, “is special ,” you say, “is set apart”— Well, I couldn’t disagree MORE …. Why do we break ourselves up from the rest of the group of humanity-- is it vanity, insecurity, or PRIDE? Why must we hide behind labeling others (like we label ourselves) for the comfort of ou