Thoughts on Happiness

I walked over and looked closer at the statue of the goddess. She was wearing a headdress with a skull and a cobra and a crescent moon. Maybe this is what peace of mind was all about: having a poisonous snake on your head and smiling anyway.

Wally Lamb

Accept what people offer. Drink their milkshakes. Take their love.

Wally Lamb

If you can’t make it better, you can laugh at it.

Erma Bombeck

In two decades I’ve lost a total of 789 pounds. I should be hanging from a charm bracelet.

Erma Bombeck

It is better to be small, colorful, sexy, careless, and peaceful..

Tom Robbins

In the end, perhaps we should simply imagine a joke; a long joke that’s continually retold in an accent too thick and strange to ever be completely understood. Life is that joke my friends. The soul is the punch line.

Tom Robbins

The Hour I First Believed

Watering down Peace

The very hour I first…believed, recovery was possible?

Seven o’clock, Tuesday night…1995!

The plane, the plane, flew overhead.  As the prodigies from Farnum Rehab Center, made their way to church!  A building devoted to keeping AA groups in the basement.  In case, life and sobriety got out of hand.

What a wonderfully, large, smoking meeting!  I remember it as though, it had been the beginning of my climbing the ladder out of…rock bottom.

The plane, the plane, flew a flyer behind it.  Bright red, blue and sparkle-full!

‘We Can Help!’

Had been all it said.

Course, it had been an advertisement for a local car dealership.

That did not matter.

It had been a revelation for a bleeding from the heart, addict.

Necessary Items 4 a family outing

“It’s like there’s this wave coming toward me, but there’s nothing I can do about it. And then it reaches me, crashes over me and…and I’m done for another day. I just give up. Give in to it. Because how do you stop a wave?

You don’t. And you’re wise to recognize your powerlessness to do so. But what you can do is learn how to negotiate this wave. Work within the context of its inevitability.”     Wally Lamb

Applaud, the Mongrel

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“I am not a smart person, particularly, but one day, at long last, I stumbled from the dark woods of my own, and my family’s, and my country’s past, holding in my hands these truths: that love grows from the rich loam of forgiveness; that mongrels make good dogs; that the evidence of God exists in the roundness of things. This much, at least, I’ve figured out. I know this much is true.”    Wally Lamb

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Undone

 

There is a comfort an ease.
Perhaps, akin to a beloved book
The one that can never be replaced.

“I thought about how love was always the thing that did that - smashed into you, left you raw. The deeper you loved, the deeper it hurt.” Wally Lamb, She's Come Undone
“I thought about how love was always the thing that did that – smashed into you, left you raw. The deeper you loved, the deeper it hurt.” Wally Lamb, She’s Come Undone

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Long ago are the days, praying for rain.

The precious present, the future, one in the same.

Along the cream pages, stories for my mind.

A family telling its riddle from the start of opening credits.

A lost waif pining over windmills.

Falling over the waterfalls.

Gagging on craggy little pills.

Yet, like thrift store denim,

indifference came in.

Fading the starched sheath.

Anew, it loosened the seams.

There is a comfort and ease with

‘she has come undone.’…

A comfort and ease to giving in…in which to go on.

Trying to leave a dysfunctional family is like holding a snowball in the rain. As soon as, you have enough pliable resentment...enough to throw away. It melts. And, you have to start all over again.
Trying to leave a dysfunctional family is like holding a snowball in the rain. As soon as, you have enough pliable resentment…enough to throw away. It melts. And, you have to start all over again.

This Much is True

“I am not a smart man, particularly, but one day, at long last, I stumbled from the dark woods of my own, and my family’s, and my country’s past, holding in my hands these truths: that love grows from the rich loam of forgiveness; that mongrels make good dogs; that the evidence of God exists in the roundness of things. This much, at least, I’ve figured out. I know this much is true.” unearth nh 9

 

As the year, draws, itself, to an end.  And, as those of us who fancy ourselves…artists, gather what is dearest us, the ART of ART…one thought prevails…

Mongrels make good dogs.  Freaks make the best friends.  Things done to us, in the past, be them naughty or nice, are not the items that should represent our future.  Love is wonderful.  Whether it is young or old.  I, we, should, embrace it like that one childhood item…in which we put our childhood. fears.  The stuffed bear, the Snoopy comforter, even, the handed down Cabbage Patch doll.

As children, we stuffed our fears, our wants, our innermost secrets in these simple things…

Love, intimacy, the bond we find with just that one, singlular, individual…should be held, such as we would something, we wish to never let go.

Artists, people of unique capabilities, dwell.  We dwell in the past, in the accomplishments yet achieved, the loves we have lost and the neglect of our beings.

To me, it would only be naturally, with above stated…a given, that, we all have the ability to be an ARTIST.  That is if we are willing to behold love in our hands…as if it were just, a memory.  A memory we may never have again.