Thursday, August 4, 2005

Pick An Expression

       There are time's, when I feel most humbled, honored and frankly astounded by the response some of my entries receive. Honestly, that last humdinger almost hit the floor with one swipe of a delete button, yet, I didn't do that, and posted the despicable thing. And with the swipe of the save button in return I received and received..............

       Through your comments I discovered I wasn't the only one who had felt such ways.
Everyone liked Pauls Aurora Walking Vacation comment........simple and stated "Sounds to me like you're human" and Hadonfield  The Hadonfield Myers Experience followed up by assuring me I wasn't a nut case. <thank you guys>  Everyone else left such heartfelt comments, and in reading them in total, there is much wisdom and assurance to be found. I wish I had the space to go through them individually here..........So I suggest, a reread of the comments left in my previous entry. Through my peek into one of my dark little levels, I think a few of us were able to admit something, no one really likes to both admit or think or even talk about...................

Until further notice, My writing is still on the moody dark side, reader beware..........
Gotta love a good exemption card that you and you alone can issue out.........
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Laying the henchmen to bed for the night.
They are a brutish group, I must say.

But before I go. I will share a few snippets I wrote while I was driving around today.
Yes, I am one of those "people" a menace to society. A thought strolls through my head and I am forced to write it down at stop lights and sometimes, the light turns green and I'm not screeching off the line because I'm still writing..........would you honk at me?
Better then doing make-up though right?

They say there is nothing to fear, but fear itself.........
Maybe that is true, but then again maybe it's just the catalyst for excuses.
Excuses.....are they fear or doubt?

A barren canvas inside the thoughts
A woman's search for humble placement of comfort and peace.

If I could reach around and smack the laughing monkey on my back, I would indeed.
Sly little bastard.

Confessions of a mind that won't stop clinking with words...........


Pick an expression
Look at an idea
Move from within
Reach yourself

Thats a wrap.
Adios

12 comments:

Anonymous said...

Loved this one too. Excuses, ahh yes, I think they're both fear and doubt. At least they seem to be for me. ~ Lori

Anonymous said...

I'm glad you didn't hit the delete button on previous entries.  When one is brutally honest with ones self, that is when she/he will grow, blossom and rise to the occassion of what life has to offer.  Keep up the good work, I enjoy reading your perspective and proclivity.  - Julie -

Anonymous said...

opps, I forgot to add:  If that was you, at a dead stop at a green light?  I would lightly tap on the horn, just a nudge to get you going...  In fact, wasn't that you?  At the green light, just the other day?  Yea, that was me, Judith & I, low-ridin', honking nicely (wow, that's an oxymoron) through the hood, lipstick in one hand, steering wheel in the other .... "Pimp my Ride" has nothing on us!   - Julie -

Anonymous said...

Oh Sure, you give me a mention in your journal, and you print the chessiest
thing I say.  Oh Yea..............  My reputation as a serious journalist is gone....
Just Kidding.
I simply love your journal. I love your use of words and the way you blend them together to make a very thought provoking entry.
You have the most amazing mind.

Anonymous said...

Godo morning :)
Excuses are the words we use to prevent ourselves from accepting the hurt and blame and inadequacy we feel inside, motivated by fear, selfishness, doubt, and pride.
Peace and love,
Charley
http://journals.aol.com/CDittric77/Courage

Anonymous said...

I don’t know how I missed the little pity party in your previous entry (said lovingly and with large doses of empathy and compassion).  I read it, thought I commented, but my omission is obvious.  Dangit…how I love a pity party!  I’m on my way…
Judith
http://journals.aol.com/jtuwliens/MirrorMirrorontheWall

Anonymous said...

You allow yourself to feel...even if its a bit delayed at times!  It's better than never opening the box and letting it devour you from the inside out!  Michelle

Anonymous said...

2:30 AM?? Holy...

Anonymous said...

That's one of the things I like about your journal.  Not only do you write thought provoking entries, your audience usually has comments which are just as interesting.  

Chris
http://journals.aol.com/swibirun/Inanethoughtsandinsaneramblings
http://journals.aol.com/swibirun/MyJournalJarSaturdaySixetcanswer

Anonymous said...

I'm just now catching up, and it sounds like you're entering into what St. John of the Cross described as the long dark night of the soul.  They're difficult, painful times, but they can be productive.  You are fully engaged in the art of being a complete human.  Hang in there, terrors and wonders await.

Anonymous said...

I have always believed that a "dark night of the soul" sometimes allows us more insight into the "whole" of who we are, sort of a " character is who you are when no one's looking analogy....Penny

Anonymous said...

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