I make up words. So what? So did Shakespeare, albeit credited after demise. Making up words is an art. I love contractions. I love free form idioms; clever renaming summaries that short-cut it down from a sentence to a hyphenated get-the-point-across hybrid.

 I haven’t been speaking a lot lately. So, what? I do when I have to; and only when I want to. Other than that, nothing much comes out. There are some bonuses to being quiet. Not engaging means people tend to avoid useless motor-mouth dribble. Most people; for some it doesn’t matter if you’re feigning disinterest or quite fully disinterested. They’ve got something to say, so say it they will. Being carefully silent cuts down on the drama, too. An open-to-interpretation, non-committal shrug is a good enough answer in most cases.

 It began with a “shush,” and a startling admonition. Called out on over-sharing, caught between respect and heartbreak, at the time, I didn’t care for the way it was presented. Joel Osteen re-said it best recently, “If you can’t saying anything positive, at least be quiet.” There is embraceable wisdom in that.

My respectionary monster immediately reared its beastly head, then uglified the situation further by splitting into dueling definitions. Through the warring sides, and a muddle of heart-head chatter, I imaginary chalk-board Pro’s and Con’s. Here’s the Push-me-Pull-You:

My logical brain believes in respect owed for demandation. If that’s what’s been boldly determined, spoken from an earnest heart, well, ok. As you wish. I remind myself: A fool gives full vent to his spirit, but a wise man quietly holds it back. Proverbs 29:11

My emotional heart also believes in respect, in a slightly different context.  It’s entirely true; I was having a long, hard run of luck. So awful it didn’t even qualify as bad-luck, terrible-luck, or even super unlucky luck. It was a dismal time. I was very much struggling.

When asked, “How’s it going?” I expected to be able to truthfully answer exactly how it was going. No holds barred, no reservation, no allowance, no five-second delay for mental check-listing the “do” or “don’t” conversation topics. Friendship doesn’t dictate what may or may not, will or will not be discussed. I operate as such: Rejoice with those who rejoice, weep with those who weep.  Romans 12:15

It’s interesting to have made it to this age without setting boundaries for myself, or anyone else.

In a world of unacceptance, I have managed to live a life of sometimes detrimental over-acceptance.

Regarding over-sharing; I did. Far too much, for far too long; that onus is on me.

In discovering that respecting mental space is equally as important as respecting personal space, I’ve stumbled upon what I now know to be one of my fundamental truths.

Limitations aren’t for me. Either in the English language or in relationships.

Limited interactions are beyond my balance. I don’t do halves of anything.

If you want me in, you’re going to have to take all of me, as I am.

Reject me, and I’ll  turtle; all out, no problem.

This isn’t a hurdle I need to get over. I won’t spend any more time maintaining the middle. I don’t have what it takes for long-term teeter-tot leveling.

After the push, and  unexpected tumble, I’ve unwittingly found a solid landing.

I like the way this grounding feels. It’s nice to know where I stand.

I plan to stand here for a while.


Quotes for the week

“Friendship marks a life even more deeply than love. Love risks degenerating into obsession, friendship is never anything but sharing.”  ― Elie Wiesel

“Yes. We both have a bad feeling. Tonight we shall take our bad feelings and share them, and face them. We shall mourn. We shall drain the bitter dregs of mortality. Pain shared, my brother, is pain not doubled, but halved. No man is an island.”  ― Neil GaimanAnansi Boys

Enjoy this week’s  discovery links:

Over Sharing:        http://www.evancarmichael.com/Business-Coach/2493/7-Negative-Results-of-OverSharing-Personal-Info-at-Work.html

No Holds Barred:   http://www.phrases.org.uk/meanings/no-holds-barred.html

Setting Healthy Boundaries:  http://www.seniorhomesupport.org/Healthy%20Boundaries.html



Vision is a touchy thing. Everyone’s perception is different.

Some are a little off; some are a lot off.

All this time I’ve been focusing on mirrors for truths, but cameras are really where the honesty’s at.

Cameras don’t lie. At least not in candid use. Selfies are manipulative. Especially if you have long arms.

Cameras don’t lie. A picture in hand is nothing like my daily head-on reflection.  It’s completely different.

Cameras don’t lie. Especially side views. Especially on days when I was feeling pretty good about myself.

Cameras don’t lie. It’s not true that cameras automatically add ten pounds. In real-time, real-life, we denyingly subtract them.

Cameras don’t lie. Neither do mirrors, yet, we easily interpret ours flaws more forgivingly in them; a reflection of our own interpretive inner image.

Cameras don’t lie. They capture honest wrinkles, not laughed-off laugh lines; sags, not softness.

Cameras don’t lie: Unless there’s special lighting, and make-up, and photo-shop.


As we get older, our eye-sight changes; inevitably weakens.

Thankfully, GOD’s artistic nature is intact.

Our memories paint the better picture we still want to see.

We airbrush ourselves with kindnesses we rarely afford to others; physically and spiritually.

We need to be less like cameras; more like soul mirrors.

Quote for the week:

“Every creator painfully experiences the chasm between his inner vision and its ultimate expression. The chasm is never completely bridged. We all have the conviction, perhaps illusory, that we have much more to say than appears on the paper.”  ― Isaac Bashevis Singer

Enjoy this week’s  discovery links:

Vision:       http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/vision

Airbrush:   http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Airbrush

4 Steps to Creating the Ultimate Vision for Your Life, Tony Robbins: http://training.tonyrobbins.com/4-steps-to-creating-the-ultimate-vision-for-your-life/

Welcome to Knabble


To all who have committed to receiving my input on everything, and to those of you who might have just happened upon my little blog world, welcome to the beginning of a (hopefully) healthy and enjoyable relationship. I have broken down my often very broken thoughts into knabble; little bites of humor, faith, and poetry from an everyday life that can sometimes be extraordinary.

This is where, once weekly, you will find a little diverse something to nibble on. Of course, I can hope to change the world, but realistically all I am really after is changing your world, just little.

… with Humor  –  a collection of weird little thoughts, mine and others

… or Faith – reporting as concisely as possible the God-smacks that have led me to where I am today – a spiritual biography

… perhaps, Poetry – real feelings about my real days

… maybe, something else, entirely.

We’ll just have to wait and see what it becomes; together.