INCONCEIVABLY BLONDE....

Wave after waves whip back, flip over and over, and crash out on the shore, battered, beaten, and sore-- unable to take any more. Gradually, gingerly wash away the cares of yesterday, and bathe your feet, your mind, your soul in the cool possibility of tomorrow. Lapping away sorrow and pain, allowing you to being again, savoring the new-- if only for a few brief moments-- that only YOU get to feel, get to taste, get to know the wet wearing down the old, while soaking up the yet-to-be. Can't you see the point of it all right now? There! Out there , glistening in the shimmering, off in the distance as the swirling ripples bubble and foam, draping your toes in the ebb and flows of everyday woes, drift off with the seaweed. Roaming the currents, unhurried, slowed by bits of broken bottles tangled, intertwined amidst frayed rope swaying to and fro, calling, begging sweetly to the soft sand to splay,frolic and bask in the warmth that comes ...

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...