This is on my mind this week…..
My Flat Tire Theory!
Two cars are on a one-lane road traveling very fast and headed for a head-on collision
One car has a flat tire and has to pull off the road to repair the tire. The other car goes speeding past, avoiding the head-on collision .
Often things happen and plans are changed ????? God’s watching out for us!
I fell and had to go to the hospital and do physical therapy to get stronger and better !!!!!
God’s work ?
I don’t know.
And so,
She decided to go on a journey
with her baggage.
She carried all of it
to the land
that nurtured the soles of her feet.
She wore a tiny crown.
Because her baggage
as much as it had been a weight and
a secret; a shame,
and messy embarrassment
was also that which made her to be
who she was!
So she ritualized it.
She took a deep breath
deeper than Lake Baikal
in Siberia and spoke,
“I declare my baggage
a celebration of myself!”
The winds swelled like a pregnant sea.
and licked her face
kissing away her salty tears.
The moon cried
out of gratitude
that something so small
could carry so much honesty.
She realized that her journey
would go easier
and be lighter
if she released what she no longer needed.
She was attached to her baggage!
How would she dispose of it?
She sorted and piled up the stories
and the pieces
and took away only what could fit
into one small bag.
She stood with her back
to the weight of old things
and waited
for the song of the universe
to guide her further.
~Stasha Ginsburg
And so,
today she stopped hiding it.
She decided to go on a journey
with her baggage.
She carried all of it
to the land
that nurtured the soles of her feet.
She wore a tiny crown.
Because her baggage
as much as it had been a weight and
a secret; a shame,
and messy embarrassment
was also that which made her to be
who she was!
So she ritualized it.
She took a deep breath
deeper than Lake Baikal
in Siberia and spoke,
“I declare my baggage
a celebration of myself!”
The winds swelled like a pregnant sea.
and licked her face
kissing away her salty tears.
The moon cried
out of gratitude
that something so small
could carry so much honesty.
She realized that her journey
would go easier
and be lighter
if she released what she no longer needed.
She was attached to her baggage!
How would she dispose of it?
She sorted and piled up the stories
and the pieces
and took away only what could fit
into one small bag.
She stood with her back
to the weight of old things
and waited
for the song of the universe
to guide her further.
~Stasha Ginsburg
~~~~,
Stop telling yourself all the cants you’ve made yourself believe.
You’re better than that, so shrinking yourself for the expectations of others or because you’re afraid will never be enough for you.
It’s okay to be scared..
That means you’re alive- in fact, we’re all scared at first.
Before you do it, it may seem impossible or implausible,
And that’s okay, too.
Please don’t tell me that you’re too old, too tired, too beaten down or too weak.
I know it’s hard to believe in yourself because you’ve been downtrodden and at rock bottom for so long.
But this is where you start your comeback.
This is the chapter in your life that changes your life..
And it’s all up to you.
Before you say I’m naive, that I don’t know how hard it is or that I don’t know what it means to be tired..
I do.
I’ve been where you are and I made a choice to rise from the ashes of the old life that I burned down..
So, it’s your turn to choose to rise up or stay down.
Whatever your dreams are, no matter how big or how small,
You’ve got this.
Learn to dance.
Start a new career.
Skydive.
And when you get to that point where you’re scared and maybe it even hurts a little..
Keep going.
Your best days, your loudest laughter and deepest loves are still ahead of you.
Stop saying what could go wrong and start believing what could go right.
It’s your life.
You’ve got one shot.
Make it a memorable one.
In the end, it’s all up to you.
|ravenwolf
Best, Jay
JAYSPEAK 
Dear Janet, Sorry I didn’t write you sooner but have been just covered up with having to do paperwork to collect insurance on Gates’ policies. Not to mention I have moved again – this time to an independent living apartment in the Gardens of Gainesville across the lake on Thompson Bridge Road. It’s very nice but expensive. I am almost settled and meeting lots of folks of course. I have my dog Lucy with me. She helps a lot. My computer area is the last thing to try to get cleared of junk and get things set up. That’s the main reason I haven’t read about your fall.
I was sorry to read that you had a fall and hope you are recovering fast. This place has a class on balance, which I really need improvement on, and I will begin that tomorrow. Two days a week there are classes with strength building etc. which I hope to join in on too. Meanwhile My son, his wife, my daughter, on weekends, and I are trying to clean out my house to ready it for sale.
Let me know about yourself.
Love, Kay >
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Kay, thank you
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