Better Homes and Garbage

20 Feb

I am clawing my way out of a hole.  A hole I cannot see, touch, nor feel.  I’m merely encircled in it.  Ever find yourself encircled by a circle?  Entwined in a vine?  Entranced in expanse?  Oy Vey, I shall stop there!  Enough with the quasi rhyme-y, alliteration wanna be(s).

My hole is easily defined, for it is wallpapered with ingratitude.  I shall therefore attempt to remember (this phrase is key, for when one is under a great deal of stress, remembering things–the right things–is a challenge) to set my thoughts upon the Heavenly before touching my feet to the ground.  I shall attempt to remember to greet my Almighty Father first thing in the morning, before I lift my head from my pillow.  And by doing so, the redecorating process begins.


Another song to help lift the spirit…

4 Responses to “Better Homes and Garbage”

  1. adventures February 28, 2013 at 10:19 am #

    🙂 We all do it from time to time dear. You remembered to come back and thank him though 😉

  2. Rivka And Her Wit February 21, 2013 at 10:06 am #

    How quickly I forget! I awoke this morning, jumped out of bed, and went to my computer first thing to see if my mom was online so I could chat with her. Thankfully, upon opening my gmail account, I had notifications of activity on my Bentrivka blog; which sent me in the direction of this post. I re-read what I had written the night before, and was reminded to high tale it back to bed and begin again. Which I did, and am better for it.

  3. Greg Wilker February 21, 2013 at 7:37 am #

    i am reminded of someone very dear to me telling me to let go of my inner “eeyore”

    “If ever there is tomorrow when we’re not together… there is something you must always remember. You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. But the most important thing is, even if we’re apart… I’ll always be with you.”
    ― A.A. Milne

    i love you, pish

    • Rivka And Her Wit February 21, 2013 at 10:08 am #

      Nice! Love you too.

      And for you, it isn’t your “inner Eeyore”, it is the outer Eeyore. The costume which hangs in your closet beckoning you to put it on. It is the all-too-familiar role, to which I say, “choose another!” 🙂

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