Saturday, October 17, 2009
Friday, October 16, 2009
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Words are the same way. As soon as they leave our mouths they become a sound rather than a thought. We no longer have the intent to strike. We have stricken. The words may heal or encourage or inform or they may hurt and slander and villify. The older I get the more I appreciate the art of listening rather than talking. Of being the metal rather than the hammer and of deciding what I want to do with the words that are impressed upon me in life. I can look at them as imperfect and crooked or misspelled. Or I can choose to perceive them as quirky and one-of-a-kind explanations of someone else's outlook on life. I can take them any way I want to no matter what the intent behind them was. I can convert bad into good and good into bad. I am an alchemist of words. Really, when it comes down to it, I am the one who has to live with the words that leave me and the words that enter me and the only words I can choose to process any way I want are the ones that come in. And I welcome them all.
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Yes. I thought it was the trunk show that slowed down my blogging pace. More photos from that later. However, It is the fact that we are moving and I am having to sell my house that really has thrown me for a loop! I have been getting it ready to stick that sign in the yard, which we did today. Now I have got to get back to Libby's World and fill my unfilled orders. Thank goodness for patient customers! Thanks to everyone for putting up with the craziness!