Note: I wrote the original post Sept 11, 2015. With some revisions, I’m sharing a message that still resonates today. Thank you for taking the time to read. xo ***** George Strait was my first country singer crush. In college, my roommate and I sang Amarillo by Morning to each other while we Aqua-netted our… Continue reading George Strait, Tim McGraw, and Remembering 9/11
“and Anna begins to fade away.” ~Counting Crows, “Anna Begins“ I think I’m going to stop writing about you. It’s not like you ever read my work anyway. Not like it ever truly mattered to you. Or I ever mattered. Truly. To you. I always wanted you to read. You knew this. And you would… Continue reading Invisible Ink: a Guest Post by Christy Anna Beguins
lines~~curves shadows~~light yin~~yang good days~~bad days Our lives are a ballet among contrasting landscapes and emotional highways. One moment, we are screaming down a back road in a sweet Chevelle with the windows rolled down and our hair flying everywhere. The next instant, we are pulled over getting a speeding ticket. The day is ruined.… Continue reading One Hot (Yoga) Mess of a Mama
George Strait was my first country singer crush. In college, my roommate and I sang “Amarillo by Morning” to each other while we Aqua-netted our hair to heavens. Mr. Strait was handsome, humble, and very helpful in snagging me a husband. (“All My Ex’s” is the perfect song for Two-Stepping and I needed a partner!)… Continue reading George Strait, Tim McGraw, and Remembering 9/11
“We need to spruce up our laundry routine,” utters the adoring husband. He slides a donut in under my nose and backs away before fangs appear. It’s a wise peace-offering and not the first time he has placated with carbohydrates to save himself. “Whaddya mean?” my inner voice screams. “I can barely manage to blah,… Continue reading Tackling Imperfection (and laundry): One Pile at a Time
Finally Friday, folks! In the states, Daylight Savings has packed her bags (ruby-red slippers and all) and it will be that beautiful full moon providing light at the end of this Autumn day. I’m busy working on my manuscript (NaNoWriMo y’all) so I will spend November replaying some old posts while I grind out 50,000 words by midnight on November… Continue reading Friday Recap–Play it again, Sam!
Ever had one of those days where you’re plugging along, big smile on your face and feeling pretty durned good about life? “Dude, you rock! I got this life stuff all figured out.” Then you get thrown a curve ball. Not a horrible hook, but just God’s little off-speed reminder, “Um, not so fast. You… Continue reading Selfie-Concious
Happy Monday! I hope today finds you rested, refreshed and ready for another week of chaos and adventure. This mama hen had a fantastic weekend with all of my chicks, chick’s friends and Rooster under the same roof. We ate hearty food, enjoyed the sunshine and mostly avoided injury in a wild Girls vs. Boys whiffle… Continue reading When the pony tail hits the fan….
So often we see our bruises as markers for bad memories, mistakes or poor decisions. I view them as reminders of grand adventures, unraveling laughter and lessons I wouldn’t have learned otherwise.
My best stories are often inspired from the black, blue and yellow marks on my knees or head (and my heart).
These bruises make for better conversation
Loses the vibe that separates
It’s good to let you in again
You’re not alone in how you’ve been
Everybody loses, we all got bruises
We all got bruises
~Lyrics by Pat Monahan
How often do we forget to be joyful in the face of struggle? To hide our emotional battle scars and bandage over the wounds with futile attempts and masks.
To cover up our bruises.
We all got bruises–it’s okay to let them show.
Isn’t it funny. We seek, appreciate and often adore vulnerability in others. We love them for their honesty and willingness to trust us with the deep and imperfect parts of their souls. In that same breath, we despise any display of our own personal “weaknesses” and exposure of vulnerability. What we love in others is the same thing… Continue reading Reader’s Challenge #2: Be Brave