I sometimes react to making a mistake as if I have betrayed myself. My fear of making a mistake seems to be based on the hidden assumption that I am potentially perfect and that if I can just be very careful I will not fall from heaven. But a ‘mistake’ is a declaration of the way I am, a jolt to the way I intend, a reminder I am not dealing with the facts. When I have listened to my mistakes I have grown.-Hugh Prather
Bob Marley and green pear tea.
Pancake breakfast for three:
The century before cars, ministers travelled on their feet.
Prayer amidst the pain, mellifluous and soothing.
Rich enough to spare a smile when the purse is down to dimes.
Life (is) spiced by relationships.
As permanent as white beaded anklets, sincerity is its own tatoo.
The ratio of joy to rain is 3:2.
Written 5-2-2015 amidst surviving.
Take a vintage silk navy striped catalogue type Oxford, a lemon yellow knit cardigan and some curls, and VOILÁ!
Steve Madden has created my lovely biker studded boots that I hunted down at Dillards two Decemebers ago.