INCONCEIVABLY BLONDE....

This isn't  a poem, but poetic, at points. But it's personal.  Powerful.  And poignant :) OK, folks, I know it's ONLY March, but as we all know that tempus fugit AND  that H-E-Double-Hockey-Sticks is paved with good intentions, etc. etc.... I've noticed myself slip-sliding away from my goal of really getting "ME" together. (Now, when I say "ME," I  really  refer to improving my health, my writing, and finding a focus and strategy that work for me, that I'll ACTUALLY DO n stuff to get writing more, to get published, and to create my very own professional freedom). Well, UGH on that.  Phooey!! TPTHHH!! Dislike!!  Seriously.... I've had quite a bit of time to think, as I took a break from work to help care for my dad in his new cancer diagnosis and treatment.  SO frustrated with my professional life, I feel like I'm not truly doing what I'm supposed to do-- what I'm MADE to do. You know? That my jo...

Note:   OK, this is mushy me again, but from a different place...   You see, I began writing this after hearing my hubby talk about his experiences when he served as a full-time missionary for our church down in Argentina in the mid-1990s.  Listening to his stories filled with inspirational, transformational experiences, emotional tears, and personal reflections, I  caught a slight glimpse into the journey he took--before, during, and after his mission, and the sacrifice, the service, and the extreme joys and sorrows he must have gone through.  There I was--totally speechless (and those of you who know me pretty well know how RARE that I am ever speechless)...I "sat All Amazed" at this man sitting across from me, bearing his soulful experiences and reflections.... One evening after listing to his mission stories,  noting especially the hardships he experienced as he tried making the transition back into regular life after his mission e...

Here I sit, back at work, another ordinary work week.... However ordinary it may be, I am grateful to have a cup overflowing once more, and I've spent the past couple of days digesting what exactly has filled my cup, my heart, and my soul.... Well, we had Stake Conference in my Stake this past weekend--for the Pompano Beach Florida Stake--and I found myself hardly able to wait to hear the speakers and the messages.  I feel like I've been running on empty lately, basically barely making it on the spiritual fumes in my nearly bone-dry tank.   Why was my "tank" bone-dry, you might ask? Part of it circumstantial, part of it my own tendencies to "shrink back" to regroup when faced with stressful, difficult, or unpleasant things, and part of it was simply time.  T-I-M-E (or, as one speaker referenced, "how love is spelled in today's world:  T-I-M-E.").  We have Stake Conference twice a year, and it was simply that time again to hear from our l...

I'm a shield and protection, my choice and election unsure-- Yet, it Pure, purely burns inward, turns. Lesson learns me to FEEL...BE... CONSUME all the air in the room-- It's too much, much too soon…. Why right now? I'm not ready. But, HOW? How to harness this truth? And I stand, taken in, with a spin. It begins…. Knowing grin-- I can't win. Full of sin Pumping thick in my blood…. So I stand, Lock my love into. Me. Gaze above…. And it's real, really there in my flesh, tries to tear, Bear me up deep inside through my Spirit's divide. Promptings strong, wake my night-- I must now Testify, bare my soul, Choose the Right by the Light of the Moon. Shadows soon catch the tune of my thoughts. Make, immune me from turning away— So I stay at the Front And I pray, Pray my feet give no way-- Flex my faith In the Dawn of the Son. Feeble crust of His Bread Tastes pure hope in my head. Soaks me up to the...