simple truths

 Thank you Lord,  For all the blessings in disguise, For blessings yet unrecognized. The ones that feel like grief, Later, like grateful relief. In this moment  Sorrow may consume my airs, Tomorrow, only you may know From this place I am now Where it is I will go. -LeAnne Love 2022  

Shame is a Glitch That sinking pit in your stomach and the hot flush through your face. We call this shame.  A special kind of embarrassment that follows rejection. Shame is when you feel that you are bad, or not good enough; lesser than; unworthy. "Saving face" is how we handle shame. With a tug at your collar, you straighten your back and clear your throat. Hoping no one noticed the seismic waves of shame that just toppled your tower. "I am good enough," your body language tries to declare. But your hot flushed cheeks, the sudden loss of air, all make you acutely aware, of how, possibly you aren't as awesome as you wanted to be. Job interview after job interview; cold call after cold call, date after date; request after request for a raise or a promotion. Denied, hung up on, rejected. Ouch! The inner doubts that rejection can spur! Especially prolonged, continuous rejection. It can take a toll on our self-esteem and our motivation to continue trying.

Kids Today; Infotoxicated Do you remember the smell of old books in the library? And the sound of the little wooden drawers being slid open and clunked shut, as you scoured through the Dewey decimal system? As the sacred silence was upheld, there was this magnanimous feeling of standing before the world's secret knowledge contained inside the pages. Waiting to be decoded, translated, filtered and finally rebottled as your own discovery of truth. Learning along with process of creating reports and presentations to share our new found knowledge of the world, I would liken it to how wine is made. Every grape hand picked and sorted and separated from the weeds and the leaves the same as one sorts through hundreds of books to find the best sources.  It is mashed and the excess removed, in much the way our brains would disseminate the important from the irrelevant, depending on our topic's focus. Finally, after having time to think about, or age, it is bottled and distributed to shar

 ...and suddenly all my air is gone, gasping and grasping for nothing it's not there anymore, I told it to move on. Reeling and off balance, I feel I may fall into the dark black precipice of (unknown) panic welling up,  I have no one left to call. I miss the comfort and the safety I want to yell out into this emptiness "Why did you have to cage me?" Distantly blue water drip drip drips and a clock softly tick tick ticks Murmured thoughts seep through "Maybe it was worth the struggle at least then I still had you." Then I recall times I needed him most how my hand reached into nothing his presence was illusion, his soul like a ghost

Should we take everyone's guns? Should we give everyone guns? Can't we just arrest the guns for killing people? Wait no, guns don't kill people, people kill people. THE QUESTION NO ONE IS ASKING... Why are these kids going crazy killing people in the first place?  We had automatic rifles in the 60's no one did this, and the 80's no one did this...why today? ANTIDEPRESSANT MEDICATIONS.  Every school shooting, to my knowledge, was committed by a young person on antidepressants which clearly say cause homicidial and suicidal behaviors in youths. One simple pin prick to test their blood for the gene which processess these drugs could put an end to these tragedies and many others which don't make the news.

Use caution when picking someone apart if you think it is to mend them or fix them.  While critically analyzing every function and trying to spit shine each useful part, their entire being splayed open, exposed you let their essence slip away unnoticed. If you get their innards wrenched outward on display for your personal inspection their intestinal fortitude shuts down. With guts turned off, lying there broken their light now just sparks you're holding, may I remind you of these instructions which came from our maker? It's Golden. Love one another, be kind, have patience. God was aware, so are all the king's men, it's hard to put someone back together again. 

When our Creator sensed the first smell that was, I wonder What scent do you think it was? Was it like French Toast, or Hot Rolls with butter? Or maybe burnt gunpowder, fireworks in a cool July shower? Was it fresh dirt and dew drops? Or was it like lavender and mint? Perhaps it was what we got, our own Mother's scent? Absent of other senses to relate; whole immersion. Complete and impossible to translate. I gave smelling great thought, with my senses, all five, so I could explain here a smell, and yet still I cannot describe. Sweet, musky, burnt or acrid, these terms are not to define and will be known only by what our memories find. <script async src="https://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/js/adsbygoogle.js?client=ca-pub-2498525235436395"      crossorigin="anonymous"></script>