Ramblings of a Revolutionary

Kindred Spirit: noun. A person who shares beliefs, attitudes, feelings, or features with another; also called a kindred soul . I went to a yard sale the other day, just to go.  My husband spotted it on his way home and said it looked like they had a lot of stuff, not clothes, but trinkets and books he said.  He knows me well.   I love trinkets and books. I'm like the Little Mermaid in that sense.  I love to collect things.  But not just any thing, things that are somehow me.  Certain things that I'm just drawn to, with no rhyme or reason. So we went to the yard sale.  There was Christmas décor and statues, tea pots and tools, and home décor and books. I started looking through the boxes and boxes of books and much to my delight, there were several that were me .  In some boxes there were mysteries and novels, many of them I'd read.  Some I hadn't.  In other boxes were children's books....good ones, like "To Kill A Mockingbird...

It was a mostly typical morning. I woke up at 7:30 ready to gulp some coffee. The only difference in today, was it was Sunday and we were trying a new church. I was eager to get the day started right. I'd been feeling a bit hateful, a bit irritated with my family.  A bit like I needed a stiff drink and a Marlboro light. I made some coffee, woke the chitlins and started dictating everyone.   As they stirred, I instructed them to come eat breakfast so they could get ready after.... I didn't want to be late.  We're always late.  I'd tried my best to take precautions the night before to ensure a successful morning. Everyone had a shower, we picked out our clothes, I mentally decided how I'd fix each girls hair, I had what they would eat for breakfast planned, The Bean's bag of crayons, snacks, and distractors so-I-can-actually-listen-to-preaching packed.  I had my stuff together, I felt unsto...

As I sit out on my little patio, in my backyard with the wind blowing through my hair, watching my sweet little girl play, I become so absorbed in the moment. Such a peace washes over me and I'm so thankful that I'm here, present and engulfed, in this very moment.  Watching my little mismatched, ponytail girl as she shovels dirt in her bucket and carefully dumps it back out. She's all dirty, with sweat glistening off her little pug nose. Concentrating so hard to do her job.  So into her play.  So content. I soak up the moment, milk it for every second I can before I'm distracted.  As this moment in time plays out, my mind starts wandering and I think about how less is more. Days fly by, babies grow up, the world keeps on spinning--but how fast?  When you have less, it seems that you have a little more time on your hands.  Remember back before we all had cell phones...Facebook and Twitter?  We had more time.  Instead of scrolling thr...