What would you name the autobiography of your life? I would title it, A Whole Lot of Magic (and a little bit tragic).
Which do you prefer sweet, salty or buttery? Salty! I’m hopelessly addicted to all things salty. Give me a margarita over a daiquiriany day of the week. Extra bonus points for salty and sweet, like a really good salted caramel.
What’s the finest education? The School of hard knocks, of which I hold an advanced degree, probably even a fellowship. Seriously, I’ve learned more from raw experience than I ever have in any school.
What did you appreciate or what made you smile this past week? Feel free to use a quote, a photo, a story, or even a combination.
“I think it pisses God off when you walk by the color purple in a field and don’t notice it.” ~ Alice Walker ~ The Color Purple
Two of my kids had birthdays this week and that always makes me smile. One I gave birth to and the other I just helped raise but they are both of them so precious to me. If nothing else in life, I know that this I have done one thing well. Somehow in spite of myself I managed to raise two fabulous human beings.
The Virgin River, Zion National Park at the entrance to the “Narrows” after the 100-year flood, rock cairns everywhere. Further evidence of the solely human need to stack things on top of other things. 😉
For Tim on his birthday, in case you ever wondered why you love thunderstorms so much.
He was born in Ventura County, in nineteen seventy-nine his Momma loved to travel she talked about it all the time.
They moved out to Kentucky to make a brand new start. She tried to settle down there and tame her gypsy heart.
She hoped that he’d be happy there and that he’d find a home without her soul that had to wander and feet that had to roam.
One night as she watched a thunderstorm play across the land his Momma took him in her arms and this is what she sang:
**Oh Kentucky give this child a home give him the love of a good family and a woman of his own. Give him a fire in his heart give him a light in his eyes. Give him the west winds for his brothers and these wild Kentucky skies.”** ** (adapted from John Denver’s Wild Montana Skies)**