Remember

I had a very adventurous weekend. I participated in the 5k run/walk and enjoyed it very much. I walked with my friend James Munoz from KENS and a couple of his friends. We had a chance to visit and made plans to do this again. All I know is that I better get in shape before the next one.

Walk the Walk

I walked! Woohoo! OMG I am so out of shape! Not a problem I will work on this.

Tomorrow

Just a reminder that we have a 5k walk/run tomorrow starting at 8:00am. We will meet at Brackenridge Park at the pavillion. I will be the one out of breath. Hope to see you there.

On another note; stay tuned for information the the grand opening of my new store............I'm so excited and I just can't hide it......sorry, well you get the picture. More news coming soon! Have a fabulous weekend!

Listen

People don't listen. Including myself. I will nod or agree to something I am not listening to only responding. My daughter catches me doing it all the time.

Permission

Last night I spent the evening with my beautiful daughter. We did some shopping then picked up some dinner and went and ate at home. While we were sitting there she reached over and picked up a small white box and opened it and reached over and handed me one of the most touching gifts I have ever received.

Open Sky

On my way to work this morning I was mesmerized by the beautiful sky. Even though it was a grey sky it had some bluish hues in it. It reminded me of the smaller windows of the church I grew up in. It had stained glass windows and above them were smaller windows which were stained or colored in marbled bluish grey. This morning I felt as if I were looking out those windows. Most of the time I feel as if my skin and my eyes are stained glass and when someone looks at me they see only the color they are looking through. I like it this way because it really makes the real me invisible to the naked eye. I believe most of my survivor/victims brothers and sisters are blessed this way as well. It is a way to hide the damaged goods that reside beneath my skin. I am happy that I am finding myself more and more distant from life as i knew it a year ago. Time is of the essence for me as I work towards accomplishing my goals within this new life I am experiencing. My participation in events is minimal yet I am gathering artists for a new venue I am starting soon. New acquaintances have replaced the old and I am glad since they don't see my ghoulish soul beneath my skin. My stained glass skin comes in handy this way. I am looking for artists in the Canyon Lake area for an art show coming soon. Word, glass, metal, wood etc..... All are invited. The new poetry venue will be called Creek side PoeTree. Let me know if you have any questions.

Inner Strength

My daughter is everything I wish I could be. She is strong, beautiful, intelligent, caring, giving and independent.

Connections

Living in denial is a common reality show that we seem to abide by more than a religion or right.

Mistakes vs Learning Experiences

It's hard to tell the difference and most of the time there isn't any. In a previous blog when I was talking about voices I mentioned a song "I Hear Voices" and I gave credit to the wrong person when it should have been Chris Young that I gave the credit to instead of Tim McGraw. My mistake, I'm sorry.

Seeing Red

Happy Valentines Day!

I rode my bike this weekend and I managed to stay on. My wrist is sore since I removed the brace to ride. I was hoping my hurt would go away by now in more ways than one.

Falling Off

Finally I am feeling better from my fall last weekend. I had fallen off my bike and attempted to catch myself with my right hand. my right knee was scraped and bloodied while my hand took the weight and force of my body and believe me it's alot of weight for my wrist/hand to withstand. I went to see the doctor and they put me in a brace.

Voices

I have enjoyed listening to the song by Tim Mcgraw called "I Hear Voices" which is about the voices in the past. The truth is we all hear them and whether we listen to them or not is a choice we make on a daily basis.

Weight of Words

A blow to the face. A fist to the skull as I felt so many times before. Blackened eyes the color of my heart. The impact of words is equally as painful although bruises and physical pain does subside, eventually.

Comfort

I love my bed; it is the essence of me. It is where everything comes together like the sea/beach is to existence. Since I have my place in the Hill Country my bed sleeps over there.