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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.

Thursday, March 03, 2011

Scribbles and Scrambles ~ Your Mission Should You Choose to Accept It....

Here is the test to find whether your mission on Earth is finished:

if you're alive, it isn't.

Richard Bach


e.m.b. said...

Mission accepted! Spacesuit on! Breathing apparatus engaged!

High heels are no match for this journey...

Kelly Klepfer said...

Yes. e.m.b. I would trip, fall, scramble and poke a stinkin hole in my spacesuit.