Tumbled Words

I wrote briefly on safety and honesty here: Belief

And now I believe I have work to do rather than blogging or poetry. Have a great day, y’all.

Do you think these three young ones are discussing beliefs - or how hard it will get when they grow up in such a huge world where right is not always the accepted way?

Tags: , belief, blackbirds, photo

We either adapt when needed or we don’t, but within those parameters, if we do we may not do it with grace.

Today, I feel totally unwilling to act with grace nor politeness nor even by seeking “Only the Good”. I was still awake at 3:00 a.m. this morning, my mind refusing to cooperate with my body’s need for sleep. My sometimes childlike exuberant personality is balanced quite well by my lack of sleep induced “experienced” two-year-old-like-ability to fall into a tantrum…

I know, very unbecoming a 58 year old woman. But, on the one hand, I am controlling it, I have not yet thrown myself on the floor screaming and kicking, nor found the nearest person to bite. The latter is because he would bite back with a larger mouth and stronger muscles than I (perhaps?), and the former — because we have tile floors and I do value the bones in my head, among others.

I know I am not the only one who gets like this, so save yourself the embarrassment of admitting it on line and just live vicariously through my post. And yes, I will be posting less only because work has increased and I need to redevelop better work habits and blogging distracts me immensely - my posting less will not be because I am throwing a fit somewhere in public. At least no today.

I know, I need a good kick in the rear… but sleep would be just as effective, and less painful.

Photo by Marcia Bogaert.

Tags: , mood, temper, temper tantrums

Photo by Marcia McLees Bogaert 2007

Did you see what I saw in this photo?

Think so? Clue found in first stanza of my I’m-in-a-strange-mood-poem below:

Her One Day World, Defined

Grasshopper light
defines my space
when life falls absurdly out of place

Crystal hinge
defines my world
when mind’s focus abstractly twirled

Icicle shades
defines my view
when heart song fails halved by two

Twisted key
defines my voice
when words are chanted not by choice

Chalk drawn gate
defines my ears
when doors to thought follow tears

MeeAugraphie
04/25/08

You already figured out I lived in an alternate or Sometimes World, didn’t you?