Change. I've learned to embrace it, ride it out til the end. Sometimes I'm kicking and screaming, other times weeping with my eyes clinched tight. Once in awhile I ride like a dog in a car, head out the window snorting what life has to offer. Mother to young adult children, a marriage of thirty years, and a desert to mountain to valley waltz with God have shaped me into someone I never imagined I'd be. Life is short and I want to live it. Tears, sighs, laughter and change. Every morsel granted to me. Scrambled, shaken or stirred.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Pictures are worth a thousand words, and are a nice Plan B when I either have nothing to say or no time to say it. Or both.
Hmmm. Do I have a weird bent for close-ups from unusual angles? Don't know what appeals to me, but, whatever does, does.