Happy Halloween!!!


I love Halloween!!  It has been a favorite since I was a child.  You see, my birthday is two days after.  I didn’t always get a “birthday” but I did get Halloween.  We would climb into the back of the pick up and my dad would drive us through the countryside, stopping at houses along the way.  I remember my hair flying in the wind, and how soft it was after the ride – completely windblown and tangled, but soft as a new kitten’s fur.

It wasn’t about the candy.  It was about the event.  The dressing up. The break from the norm.  I was always a gypsy.  It’s an easy costume. A scarf. Some bracelets. A long skirt. I loved it!

I miss it. Those times when all was right with the world.  Nothing to do but be a kid.  I didn’t have a lot of days like those.  I felt like I never had a childhood. That I was always a grown up.  In my early 20’s I celebrated being a kid.  I did what I wanted and no one could stop me.  The. Best.

And now here I am, a grown up.  Still a gypsy.  Still doing what I want… kinda. No one can stop me… sorta.  No one but me.  Life is too short to not play dress up, and fly around the countryside, laughing, and relishing in the freedom of wind in my hair.  Hmmm.. where’d I put that broom?

…and the hits just keep coming… Yes. It’s June.





noun: chaos; plural noun: chaoses

  1. complete disorder and confusion.

“snow caused chaos in the region”

synonyms: disorder, disarray, disorganization, confusion, mayhem, bedlam, pandemonium, havoc, turmoil, tumult, commotion, disruption, upheaval, uproar, maelstrom; More

muddle, mess, shambles, free-for-all;

anarchy, lawlessness, entropy;

informalhullabaloo, hoopla, train wreck, all hell broken loose

“police were called in to quell the chaos”

antonyms: order

o    Physics: behavior so unpredictable as to appear random, owing to great sensitivity to small changes in conditions.

o    the formless matter supposed to have existed before the creation of the universe.

o    Greek Mythology: the first created being, from which came the primeval deities Gaia, Tartarus, Erebus, and Nyx.

noun: Chaos

Origin: late 15th century (denoting a gaping void or chasm, later formless primordial matter): via French and Latin from Greek khaos ‘vast chasm, void.’


If I were near a giant explosion I would hope to be able to duck into a doorway for some level of protection.  There is nothing, so much as chaos, going on for a few of us.  I am actually staggered at the level of “upheavalness” that is reigning supreme. I keep watching burning debris waft by from my doorway, wondering, thinking a zillion things. Like: there will be a lot of ambulances and firetrucks soon. What happened? Was this an accident? Is there still cell phone service? I don’t think I’ll make that meeting at noon. 

There are no accidents.  Sometimes life has a way of catapulting us right into the middle of where we belong.  Certainly a bloody violent way of maneuvering, but what do we want? Coddling or results?  Well, heck yes, we all say “results” but the devil is in the details.  However, happiness lives on the other side of that. We are not “stand on the sidelines” kind of gals.  We got the guts to make it through this.  Yet, our path lies through the fire.  On the other side of the chaos. And we’re going to go through it – you KNOW we are.  So, in the spirit of the Blue Moon Sisters mindset: Here, take my arm. Ready?  If you see flames erupting from my person, please put them out and I will do the same for you.  Deal?

This is a “no fear” operation.  You do what you MUST.  But that is the beauty of chaos.  No matter what it looks like to you and me, the result is perfection.  …You don’t see that?  Oh.  Well. Give it some time because chaos is a time-taker.  When the dust settles, you’ll see where you are, how far you’ve come, and what it took for you to get there.  Worth it?  Oh.  Hell yeah…

Now. Take my hand. Ready? No, no… don’t close your eyes. You’re gonna wanna see this so you can remember it correctly when you tell the story of “when.”  Damn the torpedoes.  Let’s go.

Busy day <3


This post doesn’t seem to want to be written.  It keeps erasing itself.  Hmm… I think that’s a sign.

There is a lot on my plate today.  The first item checked off, is “coffee” because.. well… COFFEE.

Hoping to get some yard work done after my appointments. The dandelion bed out front has some perennials that are daring to survive.  I feel the need to assist them.

Not a lot of details today.  Just stuff I gotta do.  Say a prayer for me, and I’ll say one for you.  Where else can you get a deal like that?

Enjoy the weekend!  Looks to be pretty sweet <3  Make it so!


What you make it

Today I have an opportunity. The opportunity is to DECIDE how my day will go.  I can face the day with courage and joy or I can nurse the fever blister that popped up on my lip yesterday and feel sorry for myself.  I REALLY want to go with the latter, because I loathe fever blisters and they ALWAYS happen when I have something coming up for which I want to look nice.  Nothing says “I’m pitiful” better than a cold sore on your lip.  No one can miss that.  It’s totally “in your face” and ON your face at the same time.  I can’t like it.

I always notice how stressed I am AFTER the fever blister pops up.  If I notice my urgent state of mind that indicates the dormant virus is looking for a place to manifest, I can pre-treat my stress by paying attention to my body and not overreacting to the crazy stuff that happens.  I can drink plenty of water and pour Airborne down my throat constantly.  I can relax or meditate or just be still and consciously NOT react to stimuli.  IF I notice it in time…

NOPE. Not this time.  Too many irons in the fire. All of them hot, all of them urgent, all of them vying for my attention.  **sigh**

After a walk with the pup, I’m off to start my day.  What’s that look like?  I will let you know when I DECIDE. <3 Happy Thursday!


[image (and good info!) found here:  http://readyforhappiness.com/2014/02/12/happiness-is-a-choice/%5D



This morning on Facebook I took a quiz – what is your theme song?  I got Titanium by David Guetta.  I have heard the song in passing but I don’t know the singer. It’s a pretty good song.  I guess it fits.  I’m resilient. I’m a fighter. I don’t back down. I keep going.

Yes. That’s a fitting song. But I am wondering if there is a song called “Exhaustion” or “Please.. just a couple more hours sleep…” or.. Well you get the idea.  I’m kind of running on empty lately.  Hey!  Now THERE’S  a song I know!!  I may be bulletproof but I’m also pretty freaking tired.  I gotta get my semi-coffeed behind up off the couch and take the pup for a walk because he is wired for sound. The cat is SUPER pissed.

Now… where’d I put those walking shoes?

Starting over…


So much change lately.  Seems everyone I know, myself included, is starting over in one form or another.  Change is good.  We hear that all the time.  While that may be the case, that doesn’t mean it feels good in the moment. 

So many cliche’s that work here… Every ending is a new beginning, and so forth.  Sometimes we make the decision to end something so that we can make a better thing.  It’s all a leap of faith, every single day. 

I’m wondering what the next phase is for me. I am letting go of what no longer serves me, or brings me joy.  We are all truly in this together, and walking the good red road home. Regardless of where things end up, I am so grateful for the people with whom I’m on this journey.  Yes. You. 

Onward to the beginning <3