I hope you will go out and let stories happen to you, and that you will work them, water them with your blood and tears and laughter till they bloom, till you yourself burst into bloom. ~ Clarissa Pinkola Estes
What a beautiful thing it is to blossom; yet an even greater thing to bear fruit.
When we bloom, we announce our arrival to the world.
When we produce results, we show the world we are ready for action. We help make the world go round.
Experience is the key element that separates a dainty flower and a bold berry. One is showy; pretty and fragrant. The other has substance.
Every bud holds hope. The bloom is the birth of a dream, and the fruit its delivery.
We each hold within us a bud of hope, and we each have the power to assure our own delivery.
Go ahead and bloom, but don’t stop there. Be bold, bright, and brilliant. Set the world on fire.
Expose yourself to the possibility of doing something remarkable. ~ C. Cunningham
Living in the Gap
April 26, 2012 – Three Amigos (and one little irritant!)
One squirrel is tightly wrapped around the “baffle” bird feeder” shaking his feather duster to the delight of a squirrel watching from atop the fence and one awaiting the grub on the ground. They scurry, scuttle, and scrounge, devouring all they can stuff into their mouths. Along comes Wylie full force to rescue the bird feeder (or is she really just trying to catch one of those rascals?)…One squirrel zips up the cedar tree, one beneath the fence to the neighbor’s yard, and the other climbs the fence and perches himself on the shed to watch for Wylie’s departure. Baffled by the feeder? Not at all; they’ve got this thing figured out. It’s simply a swinging smorgasbord.
Living in the Gap
April 27, 2012 – Better than anything (or is it?)
I’ve often made a “Better Than Sex” cake, and decide this will make an excellent dessert for the weekend. I find an easier recipe in a cookbook using a cake and pudding mix except it’s called “Better Than Anything” cake. Maybe it’s a recipe for the politically correct? Anyway, I decide to go with the time saver. The mixer whirls and whips combining chocolate powders, eggs, oil, and sour cream. I pour it into the prepared pan and attempt to place it in my preheated oven when I see the chopped pecans and chocolate chips staring back at me from the counter. Oops! What’s a lady in a time crunch to do? Well, I stir those babies right into the mix in the pan anyway! Now I sit here waiting, sniffing (and salivating, I might add,) as chocolate permeates the house. Hmmmm, will it still be better than anything?