A Letter to the text...

I find that as I venture through life, I find out the funniest things about myself. I have conversations with some of the funniest people in my life, one being my mom. I take her to the cancer center and this is the time we share things about life, and anything else that comes to mind. Even though we certainly don't agree on everything, I still find that we have some amazing similarities. She can be a sweet person, but if you make her angry, it feels like a level 5 hurricane is near. Anything in the way, will be moved. As an adult, when I come home, I still go upstairs to my mom's room, and lay on her bed just to listen. She has shared some things with me, that I will never forget. When I moved away to college, she would do something I never got from any other person. Now, that technology has moved us so far ahead with cell phones, computers, and gadgets, she did something special. She would write a letter. Old fashioned ink and a stamp in an envelope. When I opened the letter, it was written in ink. I have to admit, I use texting quite a bit. I just think to myself, I don't want to disturb anyone or waste someone's time if they are busy, so I just text. That way, they can see it on their phone, and also not forget because they can look at the text. For some, its better. It just works, because of the fast pace of life, etc. I still have an old flip phone. My niece calls it, "pretty ancient". I think its so funny that my niece is telling me, I need to get it together and get with the times. I couldn't believe this kid was telling me I need to get with the times. I thought I was pretty tech savvy. At least, that's what I thought. When I would get letters in the mail at my mom, I use to think the same thing. I was going through my stuff, doing some cleaning, and I found an envelope. That envelope was one of my mom's letters. Still in tact, with the ink, and her signature handwriting. On the first lines of the letter, she writes and asks me how are things going, and tells me what's going on back home. I just had to stop and pause. I had a letter, that was personally written, with my mom's thoughts, feelings, and emotions, tangibly, in my hand. Who does that? I mean, really in today's world. My mom. She sat down, took the time, to write me. When I looked at it, I knew, my mom's energy was with me. Every single letter, every single word, every single line. It was amazing. It just made me realize, how even though I'm a strong proponent for progression, some old fashioned things show love in a timeless, personable way. I can take it out, go back look at it, touch the pages, and see the ink. I can look at how she wrote it, and know, that no matter how busy she was, she took some time, to write a letter. I'm grateful that she wrote that letter. As old fashioned as it may be in this tech driven world, it will always have my stamp of approval. Well until next time, Peace. D.

Dig me up.........

" When weakness turns my ego up, I know you'll count on the me from yesterday." Dig me up from what is covering up, the better part of me." When someone "digs" you up, what a discovery.  I can be in a  "can't tell me nothing" mood sometimes.  The "I'm feeling me" part of myself kicks in, and I'm so full of it, I only hear myself. That is, until someone that truly loves me, has to tell me, stop. Just stop, please. You're pretty full of it.  Hahaha!

Reminded me of a guy who thought every woman wanted him. He would talk about how jealous his girlfriend would get because women were throwing themselves at him. In reality, he was checking out these women, but in his "i'm so full of myself brain", bragged about how women wanted him. He was trying to avoid how he truly felt. I just laughed, and me and a friend were talking and we both said, "you're full of it". He laughed because he knew, he was. He eventually found out, even though his girl wanted to get married, he wasn't quite ready for that commitment.

We all may need a "diggin" sometimes. It's okay to admit, I'm full of it, and someone that loves us, can  recognize that.  My third person mirror tends to tell me things, but its so great when there is someone outside of myself,  that can "dig me up" and uncover something profound for me to see, my naked truth". Dig it?

Well until next time, Peace.

D.

Only You Can See the Truth.....Questions..

In life, there is  one thing we all will encounter at some point. That one thing, you will hear come up, time after time . That is,  a question. Have you ever gone to the gas station, and someone asked, "where is this place, or do you know where the nearest hotel is? etc....Questions...Questions can go on, and on, and on..There are situations, people, places, and things, that can make you ask questions, and have to answer them as well. Questions lead to answers, which lead to the truth, or straight back to the question. I thought of a few questions, in the scenario of, "when no one is watching." What do you think you would do in this situation?..

Question #1- If you found someone's wallet, and it had one thousand dollars in it, if no one was watching, would you keep it, or return it to the person who lost it?



Question#2-If you were desperately hungry, and needed food, if no one was watching,
                    would you steal it?

Question#3- If you were marriage counselor, yet you were involved in an unhealthy marriage, would
                     you talk about it?

Question#4- If your friend/family member, needed to hear the truth, but a lie would make them feel
                     much better, would you lie or tell the truth?

Question#5- If your best friend had a bf/gf that was cheating, would you tell?

Question#6- If you had the power to help someone, who only hurt you, would you do it?

Question#7- If you loved someone, who is not with you, but with someone else, would you tell them?



So many questions, yet, we all have an answer. What's yours?

Until next time, Peace...

D