Flying Too Close to the Ground

"Women are angels and when someone breaks our wings we simply continue to fly ... on a broomstick. We are flexible like that ..."

Just a Spoonful of Sugar....

Dancing on the Edge

Oh my, you would not believe how often I have barely made it thru prediciments. Escaped with all intact and lived to tell the tale. Danced on the edge of ruin. Teetered on the edge of the cliff. Looked into the maw of the maelstrom. Sometimes the save was made by my fellow man, sometimes blind luck, sometimes by angels and sometimes by timing or awareness. Not that I have ever deliberately done something stupid (really?). More like I've almost gone over that edge, almost been cut by the double edged sword, almost fallen into the pit. Things like not having enough money for rent or breaking down in the middle of nowhere or driving thru a canyon 1 hour before the flood or getting rid of a crazy hitchhiker who almost burned the house down when I was in childbirth labor or having to drive a pickup truck over a slippery muddy narrow tract by a raging river or sidestepping a rattlesnake in the dusty road or getting lost in Mexico City when I was 15. I thank my lucky stars everyday, I thank you Jesus, I thank you angels, I thank you samaritans and rogue saviors who have appeared out of nowhere. I thank you neighbor and friend and family and windfalls and I even thank the government. You have all saved my you know what at one time or other !

protection I pray continue unabated

Between the Pages

Yesterday I found this lovely old photograph. It fluttered out from between the pages of a book on women and love. On the back it is a very old "The Season's Greetings" card. They were glued together lord knows how very long ago. Once I found a smooshed complete hummingbird between the pages of a heavy art book.
What is the most interesting thing you ever found between the pages of a book?

original photo above and enhanced photo below

Open

KEEPING WATCH
In the morning
When I began to wake,
It happened again.
That feeling
That you, Beloved,
Had stood over me all night
Keeping watch,
That feeling
That as soon as I began to stir
You put Your lips on my forehead
And lit a Holy Lamp
Inside my heart.
by Hafiz
Yes! A lovely new year, like the creamy blank pages of a fresh journal. Like the new soft skin of a baby's cheek. All is ready to be loved and cared for and appreciated. Let nothing dull this new hope and this flying forth into the future. Let the lamp burn bright in my heart. Let this year reach it's full potential for love, wonder and prosperity. Let us be protected and cared for and let us know the path ahead thru the next 12 months is bringing us closer to our goals and dreams.