Saturday, May 21, 2011
How could things be so beautiful if it's the end....I am utterly perplexed that people get on this bandwagon and pay attention.
Let me explain why.
I firmly believe when our time is up to go, we're going.
We don't get a notice in the mail.
We don't get a personal letter from the Universe.
We don't even get a special statement from the bank to draw out our money and spend it all before *that day*.
Holy cow.......and besides, the green fabric arrived yesterday for liturgical stole #2, and I'm telling you, NO DISASTER is messing up THAT piece of lusciousness until I get it sewn!
Now, it *was* the end of the world for the oil pan on one of the cars yesterday, also my great toe as I fell down the stairs last night and I had a bird so mad at me, I thought it was the end of *OUR* little world....not so, as she is sweetly singing this morning.
So to make this short~~~live well. Love. Laugh. Enjoy each moment. Fill your heart with good. Care for your friends. Help others.
Do what you do so well, the gift you have, and you really won't have time to worry about *what if's*.
And now Anne of the hobbled foot will take the Cruiser of the dead oil pan to the dealer.
Life goes on.......
I bid you all