Hmmm. What shall I write about?
Plinky Prompt time. But I don't care for the the wording. So I'm tweaking it.
What seven foods would I require if I was stranded on a desert island. Note, not dessert, desert. But... since I brought it up.
Fruit....yes...I know...but there will be fruit on a deserted island. If I had a preference, I'd say raspberries, pineapple, mango, orange and blueberry would be lovely.
Organic heirloom tomatoes, spinach and lettuce would be nice, too. Maybe a little kale and some arugula. (How about I get stranded with a bunch of seeds so I can have a lovely garden?)
Odd combo isn't it?
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.