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, March 04, 2015
This might be the shortest blog post ever. Ready for it? I HATE puking. Odd right? Cuz I'm sure you are a fan. But I did a little late night early morning experiment to test my statement. Tis very passionately true for me. Old Faithful timing and Niagra Falls intensity out of the human body just ought not to be. No pictures today save for this one. ( : (>>>