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.
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
Don't you just love those philosophical questions?
If a tree falls in the forest and no one is there to hear it, will it make a sound?
Which came first, the chicken or the egg?
Why did the chicken cross the road?
Points to ponder, but don't lose sleep.
Let the little questions take care of themselves after you wrestle with the big ones, ya know?