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About quiall

I am a woman with a mission: to live life to the fullest. I will not let an itty, bitty incurable disease stop me. It may slow me down but like a ship dragging an anchor, I'll get there eventually. Walk with me at www.butterflysand.com

In The Arms of My Father

His gentle arms embrace me,

He touches my eyes to see.

His gentle push a reminder,

Of the person I need to be.

 

He sees in me a value,

A wealth beyond compare.

I do not see it yet myself,

With Him perhaps I’ll dare.

 

The road I travel now this day,

With guidance from above.

Is all I need to do my best,

Because it’s done with love.

 

I pray one day I will reside,

Within that heavenly realm.

Peace and love and goodness,

When our Lord is at the helm.

 

 

I Got Nothin’

And I like it! You see, I’m a firm believer that nothing is where something begins. Apologies to Einstein for he disagrees with me and he was considered a preeminent mind. I’m just a middle-aged woman with a middle-aged brain and ageless mind. I’m also an unrepented optimist. I believe we can get something from nothing. Actually, I believe that’s the only place you can get a proper start: when you have a clean slate. Ask an artist what they see when they look at a blank canvas. They see possibilities. If something were already there, they would be restricted or they would have to obliterated. You see they start from nothing and then they create. Isn’t that what we do?

I had the idea for this post a few weeks ago but it was still percolating. And then I saw a friend’s post with exactly the same title and I was crushed. I guess we think alike. But in actual fact only the titles are the same. Dan Antion over at nofacilites.com has a brilliant blog. I get lots of ideas from him. (Shush don’t tell him!) But his post with the same title is significantly different than mine. So, I decided to share.  Here are my musings about nothin’ . . .

When I wake up first thing in the morning my first thought is… Of nothing. It’s nice to have no responsibilities, no pressing needs, no requirements that must be dealt with forth with. If only for a few moments my mind can wander anywhere and everywhere with no restrictions. That’s kind of a nice feeling. But of course, it doesn’t last. I have emails to answer, I have a cup of tea that is calling my name and I have engagements that I have committed to. I have responsibilities. And that’s fine. That is my life. And it is a life that I choose. But for short periods of time, it’s so nice to be surrounded by… Nothin’.

I’m wondering if there is a part of me that is channelling that innocent child in my mother’s womb that floated in an oblivion of nothing. I have no memory. But I wonder if my body does. Do our bodies remember? That is a whole Nother question… for another day.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Angst is the Word

The notes I had made,

They seem to have fled.

I’m left at a loss,

And filled now with dread.

 

Once every week,

Was the goal I had set.

It worked for a while,

And then came a threat.

 

The words I had written,

Got lost in the mess.

My home is in flux,

And I’m full of stress.

 

When order once more,

Is the word of the day.

And writing is easier,

I’ll then have my way.

 

Forgive me my rant,

I just needed to vent.

I’m feeling much better,

My angst has been spent.