A Fool Wanders, A Wise Man Travels. This Post Brought To You By The Color Orange. I am not a fan of the color orange in general. I typical do not wear it. It does exist in my garden, however. Everyplace I visit I tend to bring something back, a decorating idea, a design concept, not necessarily.

I,ll teach u how to shampoo a gorilla. Your face looked like it was painted. Ea, I was so desperate to comment on your picture. What do you think you are? Some .

A small side project I call Life. This is my final post as dottedcreature. I hope you have enjoyed reading about my life. Thanks for your support my lovely friends. If I could emoticon on my laptop I would insert a yellow smirky face. Ha! Another pair of shears? Sometimes. I texted her photos of what I would bring back. I spent the next two days cleaning, clearing out and making room .

3 the story of our BLYF 3. I wrote months ago about Thinking Kindness, the ability of my conscience to feel for those in need. I feel compassion, but all I ever do is feel. I did not reach the point of actualization. I cannot forever ignore bleeding for the kids in need. What are we supposed to do with those? Life is still great.

True tales of abuse and recovery. I have been seeing a therapist regularly for the past several months to help with my deepening depression and increasing anxiety. She has helped me a bit, giving me strategies for reducing stress such as progressive muscle relaxation. But had no way of validating on my own. Another example of mindfulness, and self-sabatoge. Two posts in one day after such a long hiatus? As an in.

She looked down at the stick and a sigh escaped from the lips The single red line broke all the hopes she had been growing in her heart all these days. After all these while she will finally have something to add glow to her face. Now all is over and her eyes once again confirmed the single line the stick showed. She picked it up and looked at it more closely; maybe the line will come anytime now.

I think my outburst yesterday evening made things a bit better, I feel better.

Asymp; Leave a comment. Many times you set it upon the dinner table,. Creamy white with red roses painted upon the corner,. Laden with food to nourish our bodies. Sometimes with fried chicken that came from the hens in the yard. Other times, bearing steak from one of the cows no longer in the pasture. After each meal, you diligently scrubbed with away the grease. Your weathered hands bearing evidence of years of hard farm labor,. Asymp; Leave a comment.

GOD BLESS YOU, JULIE,. God heals the broken hearted and the trauma we have been through in life. i can honestly say that i left my trauma in life at the cross and walked away that was how i got better at that point is when jesus healed me.

Paris and a new blog. 4 weeks til departure! September 30, 2012. The summer is slowly coming to an end. Oh yeah, and I was used as an extra in the movie, and all I .