Think about The Wonderful Wizard of... and then
Imagine, when you do arrive at his back door, he will have to tell you (all of you) he had just what you needed to get you home all along. Did you forget, or just not notice?
All the same, you are probably still hoping that some "big" magic guy out there at the end of the Yellow brick road has all the answers... cause I am. In fact I am planning on it~!
I hate the idea of flying monkeys though, and having to dance and sing with tin guys or lions and tigers and bears to worry about. And then there is the thing about a witch who is actually in charge of those creepy monkeys.
And, if you are not really careful there are poppy fields just waiting to add to your frustration and slow your progress.
It just sounds so complicated and scary if you think about it. The whole idea about being lost from home and trying to get back and alone no less, then joining up with a few curious souls, magically joining arms and skip along to find the one who has the only answer.
One lovely thought is that of tiny almost unrecognizable helpers who show the way.
Where the heck are my Muchkins (?) and other important questions.
1. Am I taking others with me? Joining up with my fellow lost souls, skipping through life together in hopes making the journey back the safest it can be while avoiding the scary monkeys and the owner of said monkeys?
2. How long has it been since I really thanked a munchkin?
3. Do I fall asleep in the poppies too long letting important time be wasted?
4. Do I have what it takes in my memory bank or faith bank to spur me on when my
good fairy is letting me struggle?
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Boys to MEN
Once upon a time I had house over run with little boys who eventually became, two by two, medium boys, then all at once I had a passel of 8 men who left... one by one.
Huge furry faced, burly, and not so burly, rough and tumble "Men"
Venturing out into the world to make a splash or bang or pop or a big "wow here I am world".
My little guys who used to wrestle with me, whine for my attention and beg for more cookies just emerged from cocoons of constant need to a world of their own.
A world, on a count of me being a girl, I had little idea about what was really going on.
AAAGGGGG and YIKES>>>>
It isn't like I had no idea the day would come, that moment in time when my stinking nest would be
EMPTY:(
I knew, just like we know we will eventually have to face wrinkles, or a broken down
car in the middle of highway 0 headed due south.
But did I look forward to it? NO and YES.
Because with every sorrow comes a goodie.
Bye bye sons>>> Hello Grandkiddies!~!!
Ever noticed how well behaved the grands are when the parents are GONE out for the night?
Then we can get to the business of eating junk and watching TV or just doing NOTHING for a long time with NO parents.
I adore my sons.... never underestimate the ability of a near 60 year old
Mother bear.
I would fight to the death, rescue any one of them anytime day or night,
feed and nurture them right up to the point of being told off...
with never a regret, never a hesitation.
You must understand the arms of a mother never cease to rock and cradle her children with
the Love of God.
Her vision and comprehension expands all horizons of electronics, time and titles shooting
straight to the heavens above.
Oh, nothing makes me smile brighter or my heart sing more sweetly than to see the
tender, simple, strong, loving
Men who were once my boys.
Huge furry faced, burly, and not so burly, rough and tumble "Men"
Venturing out into the world to make a splash or bang or pop or a big "wow here I am world".
My little guys who used to wrestle with me, whine for my attention and beg for more cookies just emerged from cocoons of constant need to a world of their own.
A world, on a count of me being a girl, I had little idea about what was really going on.
AAAGGGGG and YIKES>>>>
It isn't like I had no idea the day would come, that moment in time when my stinking nest would be
EMPTY:(
I knew, just like we know we will eventually have to face wrinkles, or a broken down
car in the middle of highway 0 headed due south.
But did I look forward to it? NO and YES.
Because with every sorrow comes a goodie.
Bye bye sons>>> Hello Grandkiddies!~!!
Ever noticed how well behaved the grands are when the parents are GONE out for the night?
Then we can get to the business of eating junk and watching TV or just doing NOTHING for a long time with NO parents.
I adore my sons.... never underestimate the ability of a near 60 year old
Mother bear.
I would fight to the death, rescue any one of them anytime day or night,
feed and nurture them right up to the point of being told off...
with never a regret, never a hesitation.
You must understand the arms of a mother never cease to rock and cradle her children with
the Love of God.
Her vision and comprehension expands all horizons of electronics, time and titles shooting
straight to the heavens above.
Oh, nothing makes me smile brighter or my heart sing more sweetly than to see the
tender, simple, strong, loving
Men who were once my boys.
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