mugs and teacups

   I love tea and honey.  Many people offer milk and sugar with tea but I prefer it with honey alone.  I have always preferred drinking tea out of mugs.  I have always had great mugs around and tea cups were...less common.  As a result I have lots of experience with mugs and very little with tea cups.  I like some mugs because they say funny things, and others because of their size,shape,or thickness.  Different mugs have different benefits and based on them, I choose the mugs I use.

   So one day I am out and about and I see this tea cup.  It is a very well made tea cup and I notice it.  Over a few weeks time I continued to notice it.  Then it began to bother me that I was noticing this tea cup.  It was so well made I believed it must be very delicate.  Being a cautious person, I could not justify waltzing into the store and saying "I'm going to take this tea cup, Thank you."  I wanted to know more about it, but I was so nervous about even asking, Why?

   I was talking with some friends about it.  I told them all about my abundance of apprehension regarding this tea cup issue that had arisen.  Why did I have any apprehension at all?  What was my problem? Am I not being quite silly about all this?  I got some decent feed back...

Having always used mugs, it only makes sense that I be more careful.  Mugs are more sturdy and should I decide go with a tea cup I would have to treat it in a completely different way.  The things I would need to do to take care of it are complete different and I am not accustomed to them.  I was relieved to think about this and realize this and categorize what I felt was quite silly as quite understandable.  So I resolved to inquire about said tea cup.

All that to find out that it is currently not for sale!  Ho hum,  at least I won't feel quite so awkward the next time I see a tea cup I like!

please comment

who wants to hear a story about a tea cup?  after I get some sleep I'll begin the composition...next week maybe?

pink shoes

I am wearing my red shoes and I wonder how much longer I will have them?  Will they one day become pink?  should I avoid this mode of foot wear?  I think not, because I can walk on egg shells with these.  If anything I long for the day that these pink shoes walk me the small way down.  Its a dangerous path, I know.  Yet, in knowing, my team will proceed with my well known caution.
I am very thankful for all that has mounted as blessing and all that is on the horizon.  For the second time in a month I sport these verses and wait for the echoing voice of approval as I seek out a walk that brings honor and glory to He who put me here.  I am so thankful for the over abundance of joy with which I have been overly blessed.



(Now who wants to go get some coffee!)

draft

I tend to be a very causious person.  I was playing shesh besh the other day and my opponent continuously comment on how "safe" I was playing.  Almost as if to say it would not be entirely beneficial.  I happened to win that particular game, much to my opponents frustration.  So looking back in my life I see I am reasonably careful.  My thinking goes something along these lines "why take this risk?  I could loose so much. It is better to take the slow more sure road."

I think this is a good philosophy but I am aware that it can be take to far.  I am realizing now how close I came to being ruled by these ideals.  I am only beginning to see how crazy I am for this recent set of choices.  I am plowing new ground and planing out an irrigation for the crops to grow.  I'm attempting to transplant and adapt concepts from nearly foreign seedling ideas into ground of which  I have a few months worth of knowledge.  This is a wall for me.  I am hitting this wall in slow motion and allowing myself to learn where the bruises develop.  If this wall show no sign of weakness, I'll just plot to climb over it.  (sorry keyboard, I don't mean to hit you so hard. But you are the glasses through which I see this wall and the tools I have to chip away at it.)

There really is no option.  Home is not behind me.  A safe place is back there, but between us is a much higher better established wall.  (I should know, I helped build it)  So I thrust forward and what seems to be brick and stone.

Praying all the while I don't break a bone.

cake?...nope...gravity

I am going to make a concerted effort to go to bed now though this gravity pulls me south.  away turns into weeks and then a day...and then two.  this seems the norm so I'll not buck, but really... I'm weak kneed
turned under and curious

I can't seem to grasp how it is that I have gotten this far intact.  and the smiley face signal sign?  they all say the green light is bouncing off the sun!  yet delays mount and pending phone calls bank interest, but is it one-sided and end minded?
plenty of work to do to fill the empty.  zippers are a triumph as much as they may sting.  Now to make a handle for such a time as that.  at least that won't make a difference in the end

how long can this seem hold?

soften

Do I soften this in the chance that you stumble
Or do I unload that your eyes will open?
you see at this point you have begun to paint the floor around your feet.
You will have beaten yourself again with out
getting out of the gate.  If not for me
I will see to what ever I need to in order to loosen these strings
my lip stings with all thats been bitten to keep peace
but you are bridging that gap with purpose
and you'll avoid the curious after this back draft
blows past the newly ashen eye brows.  Brace for the newness.
It brings with it something difficult, but beyond it whats best!

The best is just beyond...

A surprisingly tense root with in the ground
pulling at a nerve that
has been numbed by years of...
neglect.   Ma la'asot!
a delicate balance tipping the aural receptors into attempting chaos.

and then weeks go by with



mounting



tension



All for the single purpose of drawing out the weight of internal truths.
which are worth dragging through this dessert desert?
those are the roots to feed and all others must be cut.