Wonderful happenings

I BELIEVE something wonderful is about to happen!

Safari for the Soul

Jan Boal

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Oscar McClure, Doonie

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Oscar McClure

The fall

Have you every fallen, and the impact not hurt?

Nope; me either.

Some falls hurt less than others.

Sometimes we can break the fall,

Sometimes we brace ourselves for the fall.

Sometimes we can roll on the impact…it still hurts.

Some falls will have you laying in the rocks unable to move for a moment easing self up, shaking inside.

Other falls allow us to jump up survey the damage, brush self off and keep moving, yes.

Feeling the pain, seeing the scars, watching the blood drip; the soreness, the hurt the morning after.

Why the fuck would you fall in love when you can walk into it?

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Dentist visit

After my dentist looked at my x-rays he began to tell me what his plan of action is to fix the problem. I said, “I appreciate all that you are going to do; however, do not put anything in my mouth that is going to affect my oral skills.”

Remaining quiet does not

mean I have nothing to say.

It means I do not feel you are ready to feel my thoughts.

I am selfish, yes.

Loyalty

There we were.  Sitting in that damn hospital all day, everyday.  Waiting.  Waiting for Mommy to wake up. 

Waiting.  Waiting.

My niece felt it would be a good time to ask me questions about her mom.  I sat there asking myself why this child needed someone else to confirm her relationship or the lack there of with her mother.  For day’s this child sat next to me saying things about her childhood.  Things she remembered.  Things that were not so clear.  I sat there in silence wondering why she needed me to say anything.  After all she was present with that woman far more than I was, right.

I remained silent.  One evening my niece decided to tell me things her Mother told her about me.  Nothing positive, of course.  Still I remained silent.  Stupid me, I thought there was a loyalty among sister’s. 

Know what happens when you push a loyal person to the point of them not caring? 

They take their finger tips to the keys to relieve the stress of the bull shit of all the yesterday’s.  Stay tuned folks.  It’s my story and I am going to tell it as it actually is-was. 

My in box

I got a in box from my sister last week.  The reaction of my action.

She called me a “drama queen”.  From that moment to this one I search for the drama queen in me.

I do react to hurt rather loud.  Probably because I take so long to react.  It has taken me 48 years to react to her abuses.  I search for a different word but I cannot come up with one.

I am having a learning experience as I write.  She leaves me feeling abused.

The part I hate the most, the part that makes me so angry.  What the fuck is wrong with me that I took so much for so long?  All I come to is Richard and Alice. 

 

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