D is for The Dash between Dawn and Dusk

Day 4 of Blogging from A to Z - Today's Letter is D


Too often, we dash between dawn and dusk barely noticing the miracles, large and small, strewn like gems throughout our days. 

I recently read an article in which the writer said ‘live your dash’.  What I wondered did that mean.  She went on to explain that as she wandered through a cemetery one day, she noticed that beneath each name there were two dates with a small dash between them.

I never thought about that – a lifetime reduced to a birth date and a death date separated by a small dash. 

I know people who plod through their days for whom that dash is far too large.  I know people who dash through their days and never notice the day’s bounty.  

And I know people for whom that dash is far too small to encompass the life they live.

I’m determined to live my dash from dawn to dusk and then some.  Are you living your dash?

C is for Center, Core, Crux

Day 3 of Blogging from A to Z - Today's Letter is C

It is not just the yogi and yogin who seek their Center, we are all seekers.  

The purpose of life on earth is to find that center or core, that very crux or beginning, who we are beyond this body of flesh, blood and bone.

We may never find it until we leave this carnal life and return to the universe that birthed our soul.  That soul, whose free chose to be this flesh, blood and bone just wants to go home thus is ever seeking its center, its core, its crux.

The wheel turns.

B is for Brats and Broken Bonds

Day 2 of Blogging from A to Z - Today's Letter is B

The bonds of friendship rely on many things, and two essentials are proximity and time.  These are two things a Brat has little of.  The reality of a Brat’s life is that so much gets left behind and can only be found in the dark corners of memory.

Only children of military parents know what it means to be a Brat.  The toll in things broken, abandoned or lost is small in comparison to the relationships, the roots yanked up over and over again worn so thin that transplantation becomes near impossible.

Pam and I were fast friends for all of 8th and part of 9th grade, but it ended the day her daddy and mine got orders to different parts of the country and we had to say goodbye.

She said out loud what I had yet to admit.  “It ends now.  I won’t write, so don’t ask me.  People always say they’ll write, and they might once or twice, but sooner or later they all fall away.  I’d just as soon do it sooner than later.  It’s easier.  So, goodbye, it’s been a blast, but goodbye.”

I didn't believe her. I wrote her once.  She did not write back.

A is for Able, Ambulatory, Agile...

NOTE:  It's not enough I took the Blog 365 Challenge to post daily, I signed up at midnight last night for the April A-Z Blog Challenge and will work my way thru the alphabet with a daily post thru April.

Here Goes.

A is for able, ambulatory, agile and so many more things we miss, when we suddenly they're taken from us.  I've always taken each of these for granted  My recent meniscus surgery took them from me for a few days. It was a minor arthroscopic procedure on the knee, but suddenly I was no longer so able, marginally ambulatory and most definitely not agile.

I'm on the mend now, and I'm able and ambulatory again - taking the stairs unaided instead of one unsteady step at a time with the help of my daddy's cane.

Ah, but agile needs work.


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