Window Pains!

My writing and photographs and our music gives you guys a window to my soul. Windowsillies, grungy pains and all! BTW? We are pained when others look through and notice and we are equally pained when they don't look or notice. God always notices. Always sees through our pains of glass. Have a great week. Me? Working on a new song. It's a window of opportunity with pains of joy! PIMP LOL. Signed, Her Glass Soul Has Pains Of Joy

Smiles & Thingisms!

The thing about things is that the things that used to be important? Become people. And, the things you do with them and for them that bring about a smile on their face or in their hearts. Or, both. That's my thingism for today, people. You may go back to doing your thing! Oh. And, BTW? I combined a few free software edits on this to get a mosaic feel. Another of my things. Signed, She Has A Thing For Most Ev'rything & A Thingism For How Things Is...mhmm

Door Jams!

Sometimes, we're just jamming along and life has a way of slamming us in the face. Doors close. Did you know that the doorjamb bears the weight of the door through it's hinges? So, abandon fear before you become unhinged and open a door for someone today. Let someone in. Real life hinges on whether we allow God to bear the weight. When you open that door, more doors open. Have yourself a jamming day. Signed, She Don't Slam The DoorJamb  

"Don't Be Afraid Of Uh... Frayed Remnants!"

"Don't Be Afraid Of Uh... Frayed Remnants!" So, I thought I'd take a walk to get some fresh air and sun and wind to fight the frayed remnants of this flu. Got to thinking... The tapestry of my life isn't just a frayed remnant, but rather frayed remnants tightly woven to make a unique story. Oh, there may be a few loose ends, but they are being mended. Have a fun, tight night. Don't be afrayed to display your uh...frayed remnants. Together, they make you uniquely beautiful. What keeps my my pieces tightly sewn? I see God's loving threads in every remnant of my life. My remnants are worn and transparently authentic. Though, today, I tried singing some with my blues grunge voice and just started coughing. Uh..frayed, I'm not physically ready, like my soul is. I so have missed singing these past 6 weeks. Words can't describe. A song could! Just sayin'. Well, I need to sing to be whole, but I can't sing because I'm not wholly well. Wholly moly! What is that called? Signed, Keeping It Real... Tight

"EARLY BIRDS & CANS OF WORMS!

So, I woke up to the sounds of a woodpecker, a dove and a whippoorwill (whip o' will). All early birds. I like being an early bird who gets the worm, but been sleeping a bit more being sick, so it was a treat, or should I say tweet, being up early, again. What did this say to me? Sometimes, you gotta keeping pecking away, sometimes you gotta whip your will into shape a bit, and sometimes you just gotta relax and keep your "coo"l. All to keep soaring. Especially when you're sore. Yep. We're still coughing, but starting to flap our wings and hope to be fly soon. Have a fun weekend. Don't open a can of worms. It's always too early for those kind of worms. Oh. And, the photograph? Um...this birdbrain ran outside to snap the birds, hit the wrong button and reversed the phone cam to selfie. In my defense? Still sick. Broken wings. Sore, but soaring? OK. Birdbrain. PIMP LOL. Oh. And, a bird joke. What did Robin tweet to Jay when he tweeted: Can I hang out at your house? Soar you can. Oh. And, yes. We do have a song for this called Elijah's Blues. Southern rock. Signed, She Coos The Blues And Wings Her Sings

Wheel Appeal!

"Wheel Appeal!" I can't race right now. In fact, I've been moving kind of slow for the past month with this flu stuff. But, still in the race. Just had to make a pit stop. Truly the pits! PIMP LOL. So, I pulled out my old photograph of my '69 Camaro I got in the 80's to remind me I can still find my pace in the race! I traded it in for a truck to haul equipment for our band at the time. I used to race around all night singing in it. My free safe zone. And, right now we are playing and singing along with Brown Eyed Girl and other tunes while I post this. Jamming to anything is our free zone. Being real! And, God gives us the freedom to be real. Nope. Still not doing 360's or peelouts, but I'm driven. My gas? Hope, faith and love. If you want to appeal to others? Be wheel. I mean real. And, uh, peel out. I mean uh...peel off! The unreal, fake layers.  SIGNED, The Race In Trace Has Wheel Appeal & Zeal To Be Real

Overwhelemed, OLDERwhelmed and IllDUHwhelmed!

Feeling overwhelmed, OLDERwhelmed and illDUHwhelmed. Dark and quiet. Imagine that. But, I am confident God is still at work. Just thought I’d let you know we all get that way. And, especially, the older we get and when illness is upon us. Duh! We get dark and want to give up. With that I leave you with a fave scripture: In quietness and in confidence shall be your strength. Isaiah 30:15. Signed, Quite Quaintly Quiet & Faintly Dark

Getting Dumped On Espressoly!

I got Espresso on my head! No. I didn’t make someone mad and they dumped their Espresso on me. Nope. But, I did pour Espresso on my head! Espresso hair color! PIMP LOL. I can’t have Espresso coffee anymore, but I can have the color. Yep back to my natural color. Espresso. It espresso’s the real me. Have a fun day! Don’t dump on anyone. Before you pour it out and espresso yourself? Take a moment and let it get from your head to your heart. Espresso it to God. Dump it out, pour it out, espresso it. Then pour some love out. But, no dumping on others. Keep your head. Make it any color you want. But, keep your head. On your shoulders. Not on your hips. No one likes getting dumped on. Except toilets. Oops! I’m espressoing myself and flushing. I mean blushing. Oh! And, yes. In my earlier days when I used to drink, someone hurt me real bad and was 2 timing and I found out. So, I dumped a pitcher on him in public. Then, I dumped HIM. Shocking. I could have handled it better, but back then? I didn’t know I could espresso any other way. Now? I know the Way. God. Go espresso yourself. And, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. I am a few weeks behind.  Signed, She Don’t Dump & She Won’t