Be careful what you say about people

The words we speak float upon the breeze. They are often carried away never to be heard again~ but, sometimes, just sometimes they find their way and rest upon the one of whom they were spoken. Then the painful poison that they possess trickles into their ears where they painfully rest.

So unless it is with wicked and hurtful intent that you speak...Be careful what you say about people.

The lonely woman

The words dripped from her lips like honey. Drawn up from her heart by gentle hands searching for the secrets it held. Fear began to slip through her fingers like sand.

With the heavy patchwork quilt of life upon her shoulders she carried a heavy burden. Walking the unpaved road with an unsteady foot and stride unsure, bravely she pressed on.

The weight on her shoulders from the truth that was held left her weak and immobile. The blessing slowly became a burden. Afraid to let it go the secret did crush the free and once happy. Seeing the future of near perfection holding on to hope like a delicate flower in her palm, the sadness grew to darkness and the pain drove in deep, till the flower was damaged and the light had burned out.

Extraordinary

What does extraordinary really mean? Extra ordinary...

Extraordinary things can happen to ordinary people and when they do~ do THEY become extraordinary?

Who decides what makes a person extraordinary?

Do extraordinary people know they're extraordinary?

Can extraordinary persons become ordinary?

Sometimes I imagine a kind of extraordinary life for myself. A life where my kids have room to be who they are. Run free and play, imagine and create.

A life where I create an extraordinary place for my dear one to come to for peace, quiet and calm. A place to refresh, to laugh and to love. A place where our children will be loved, feel safe and happy.

Yes, it's extraordinary but someday it will be ordinary.