Home is where your heart is. I share bits and pieces of my heart with many people I love. In a sense I reside in many places. If you put all of the people with a piece of my heart together you’d have a small village to call home.
About this time last year I posted a very emotional and hysterical post about all the scary things taking place in the world. And at a later date after watching it again, I removed it.
I was embarassed by my tears and emotional video. What a difference a year makes. A year of the right phsychiatric meds. Today I feel all the things I did the day I recorded the video. My reaction to those thought is 100% different.
When I started this venture I promised I would post the good and the ugly. I wasn’t true to my word by deleting it. In the future I will do better at being honest and open about my behaviors. I hope that one day even just one of my post helps you in this very exhausting struggle to pretend to be normal.
It is going to be a purrific day!
Rosella was adopted from the humane society 7 years ago. She has no rear paws, and for a long time a angry bladder problem. Until recently she had never been outside. She started going to the door and meowing. I’ve been taking her on small outings. Not far because her nubs are tender and need to toughen up. She is a beautiful sweet kitty. I adopted her because her name is the same as my grandmothers.
You can totally be a rock star at anything you set your mind to.
After my Rituxan drip I just needed a break. I never get enough time here.
Water your lawn that it might grow, come to life as if tending ones soul.
Pay no attention to the neighboring blades of grass, the green doesn’t always last.
Some days wilted and pale, “Help!” I hear the neighboring grass yell.
I ignore it as many times before, I beg of you to tend your lawn more.
Add a bit of sun and a little water, tend it as if it were a daughter.
The neighboring grass is quite a sight, yet being there does not feel right.
Tend your own pastures, lawns and gardens, tell you neighbor 1,000 pardons.
I’m sorry if often I stray, God keep me on your path I pray.
The neighboring blades of grass entice with the afternoon sun staring back at me, I am wise to its tricks you see.
In your own yard take a little pride, the grass is not always greener on the other side.
Jill L. Ware
The Bouquet is full and bright, on this God has surely shone his light.
Geraniums crimson red, the color of the blood His son shed.
Suzy she is a black eyed lady, there isn’t a thing about her shady.
The Mandeville bursting with pink blooms, heavy with buds it’s stems loom.
With petals as fine as paper machete, the poppy has come out to play.
The cornflower in the deepest blue, is always staring at you.
Then tiny but true is the one called baby blue.
Jill L. Ware
Imperfect we were meant to be, so our flaws he could see.
Each of us made unique, so the Savior we would seek.
I have scars that will never heal, imperfect the make me feel.
No one notices nor cares, that someone’s mark my face bares.
These lesions I hide well, to look you cannot tell.
It’s no birth defect-I am not blemished, with me He is not finished.