write story...live a life...

“I hope you will go out and let stories happen to you,

 and that you will work them, 

water them with your blood and tears and you laughter till they bloom,

 till you yourself burst into bloom.”

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I love being part of a good story....

part of the story of life...

part of the ongoing saga of being.
Each of us starts 
with a clean blank page
and as soon as we enter the world
it begins....
Life
breath in
breath out
Life.

It takes a while for us to grow
for us to open up
for us to even partially begin to uncover
the wonder of what it is all about...
I'm almost 50 (ouch--but sexy hot remember)
and 
I finally am beginning to feel like
on some days
I'm finally learning to do IT--Live that is...
I am almost to the point 
where I no longer
care about what others think 
or try to impress
or worry about 
how unmeticulously my make-up is or isn't applied--I've never been good at all that stuff....

no...
the stuff that really matters now
are the ordinary
slices
the tiny glimmers
that pierce into the ordinariness of our days...
little things
like a hug from off color daughter
a touch from big daddy
a kiss on the top of the head from off color son---
those tiny moments
sitting in the living room
or laughing
or joking...
aah...that's the stuff that might not make 
the juiciest of stories...
but 
that's the stuff 
the makes the richest life...

or it might include
moments of silence where the Mystery
captures us,
sunsets
and 
pink skies
and
small random acts of kindness in which we participate or watch or receive...
it's all good

night falls,
sun arises,
we get up,
wake up if we are lucky
put our feet on the floor
and
begin another page in our ongoing story
we call Life....

love
laughter
tears
hopes
dreams
disappointments...

Life it comes at us
offers us gifts
births us up...

I'm thankful this morning
for 
the wonder of brisk cold air
that hits me in the face when I open the door
love how it makes me shiver and
how it makes me feel alive.
I love the sound of leaves that crunch under my feet 
the dampness of frost melting 
the smile of the moon 
as I look to the sky 
and
the color of morning as the sun passes by the moon to say 
Good Morning--Good Night.

Life
it moves forward
and
we
...
we write a tale
live a life

Capture it well
and
Bloom!

Have a great day-------
The Radical Rambler.....