My Solar Plexus

Sometimes my intuition gives me a pain in the solar plexus mainly because I haven't taught it to speak English yet. 

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Silent scorn is using thoughts as a deadly weapon.

Whenever you talk to yourself make sure someone you love and trust is listening

When I hear talk behind someones back I can hear the talk behind mine.

When I feel uneasy in my center zone, I ask my sub conscious if its an alarm I need to wake up to.  (this you inspired directly)

The acid test to patience and tolerance is answering the same questions over and over and over. I love you Dad.

How did I know I married an angel?  After purgatory and hell, well you just know.

Thin slices off life give me the love and appreciation I never gave attention to when only the past and future existed for me.

Forbidden fruit looks appetizing and delicious but leave it alone, its in someone elses bowl.

Siring a child is just about the biggest responsibility God can hand you.  Those entrusted to me that I didn't, I mark fragile because they are on loan from heavens library.

The grass is always greener because theres no seeding and no mowing.

When I don't raise my voice to meet anothers, a number of things occur:  I hear the truth, I hear the lie  and I hear the distortion and best of all I hear what I really want to say.

God only gives us what we can handle and if I drop it I must have done it on purpose.

I really don't know what pain is. because God has spared me until I am ready.

I never really did anything myself, I just showed up and when I listened I did the right thing and when I didn't I landed some place else.

Its Christmas time and the scrooge in me feels like I am bleeding green, but no one has  ever died being a Christmas donor.

Have you ever been lied about put on a spit and then believed the hoax?  Acknowledge your part and the universe will handle all the punishment necessary.

Whenever I get the free time to wait in line, I will put it to good use and pause to be grateful to truly realize I am not in control.

A Matter of Life and Death

A matter of life and death can only be measured from life’s perspective; death has no voice in this so called life. Only breath keeps deaths voice silent. Death has both perspectives since it has known breath and also  the absence of it.

Sunday Knocks

Enthusiasm can light any match, just make sure you close the cover before striking. 

Despair leaves us naked with all our clothes in the washing machine. 

When inspiration comes knocking I am never ceasing to be amazed that God chose me for these little tasks. 

Confidence removes much of the space doubt needs to get comfortable in.  

Flies in Winter

The situations that used to baffle me and hurt my feelings are like flies in winter they move slowly and are killed with ease.