creativity takes courage

“Every artist was first an amateur.”

Ralph Waldo Emerson

I’m practicing how to be courageous.

And let me tell you, “It’s hard!

So I’ve let go of false expectation and instead I’ve just started to be, as Christ invites us, as a child again.

At that time the disciples approached Jesus and said, “Who is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven?” He called a child over, placed it in their midst, and said, “Amen, I say to you, unless you turn and become like children, you will not enter the kingdom of heaven. Whoever humbles himself like this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven.  And whoever receives one child such as this in my name receives me.

Matthew 18: 1-5

…like a child standing at the edge of the water – knees bent, fingers pinched over my nose, prepared to leap off feet first with one enthusiastic JUMP!

…who wonders, “Will water sneak up my nose?”

“Will my toes touch the bottom?”

“Will I make a big splash?”

…yet is surprisingly okay that

I DON’T KNOW!

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goody two shoes

it’s the monday giggles….

This giggle is brought to you from first foot experience…

I do verily hope you will get a KICK out of it!

Shoe controversies

have presented themselves often throughout history –

from the very near present

to the very far past.

And quite unintentionally I entered the fray the other day when

THIS happened.

(Out in public, no less.)

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little girls soften their dad’s hearts

It doesn’t matter who my father was; it matters who I remember he was.”

Anne Sexton

A Good News Report: The triumph of forgiveness.

My Uncle passed away recently. He was my father’s youngest brother, as well as the sibling he was the closest with. I went to the funeral home to pay my respects and I visited with relatives I had not seen in many years – probably since the last funeral!

It was good to be with my dad’s family and I appreciated the warm affection they extended toward me.

My own father passed away at the age of 45. Struck by an underage DUI driver he suffered a massive brain injury and died some many months later from multiple complications. The irony is that my father was (himself) an alcoholic. The police report indicated both individuals shared fault in this tragic accident. Witnesses reported my father walked out into oncoming traffic after leaving a nearby bar; and while not sustaining any physical injuries, the young girl behind the wheel suffered her own terrible consequences.

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