P.

P is for Pose. She does this often capturing Papa’s attention at her favorite Place behind me as I prepare daily meals. Purr-talks with me in the morning. Nestles up to my side every night. Sometimes under my arm or under my chin. For 14 years constant and peaceful; yet gratefully, comforting. Perfect proof that my Higher Power is kind, real, and Present without my old religious addictions.

Thick of it…

After finishing an information systems course this semester, I am faced with choices. Mathematics, computer science, certifications for the resume, paying for graduate prices, the list goes on… I met with a friend for lunch this weekend who said something I have heard in the recovery world for 24 years. In the thick of it, there are never any wrong decisions, just avoiding forward motion. Into the green, the new; onward.

Easy…

ONLY two onions I’ll consume. Vidalia and Walla-Walla. Both of them I freeze for fall/winter meals. Both make GREAT pickles. First, cut onions in teaspoon-size slices, and into a GLASS container. Cover with TAMARI (gluten-free). Set out 1-3 days lid off or lifted- (to farm local probiotic lovlies). When edges are brown-ish they’re ready, (pickled). Place in a fridge. Keep lid lifted, to pickle forward. Easy. Rhymes with tasty.

Numbered Lines…

Her smile would launch a heavy heart. We’ve crossed along the walkway once a year now. This year she spoke with bright countenance and cheerful vision. I returned a smile through my lined face. As Fibonacci sequenced across this blushing petal, when we may meet some spring.

Over me…

Someone to watch over me, there you are. My crib by a window, you were there. From city to country and back again, there you were. Halfway around the world I laid down to sleep, you were there. When I walk before dawn to work, there you are. I feel loved, as you watch over me.

Two Sides…

Frustrating issues with wordpress today. Like the inability to change the weather; never will a chat online take the REAL place of a helpful telephone conversation. The internet with BIG server problems. “Cookies” that are wrong, not sweet. Wasted time and energy on TOO many features and unuseful information. Even still, no tecnological foul-ups that the smell of a spring rain can’t fix. Thanks, April Clouds.