Cattitude and Gratitude

“Face it Frank, we’re lost.” “No, we’re not. I know exactly where we are.” “Where are we then?” “We’re in Porta Vallarta.” “Very funny. You do know that the cruise ship leaves in less than an hour. I’m going to knock on that door and ask directions.” “Don’t do that. Just give me a minute to look at the map.” “You never want to ask directions.” “But I’ve got everything under control, Helen. Now where did I put that map?” “I’m going to knock on that door right now.” “Ouch!” “Now what?” “I ran into that cactus.” “Serves you right!”

I didn’t solve the world’s problems today I didn’t even solve mine, But I did take time to dream and play And I think that’s just fine, In a rush, rush world where achievers reign I might be seen as lazy, Some might even see me as a pain Or even a little bit crazy, Like Ferdinand the Bull, I’m sniffing the flowers And taking the time to just be, No chasing fancy titles in glass office towers I’m happy to just be me. © Cathy Graham, May 17, 2013

Crab Apple Blossoms in May on our Laura Tree And Spring arose on the garden fair, Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere; And each flower and herb on Earth's dark breast rose from the dreams of its wintry rest. ~Percy Bysshe Shelley, "The Sensitive Plant"

100 Words On Saturday 10 Prompt: DARK SECRETS Way back in 1963 Jody was a bride-to-be, Innocent, without a clue So eager to rush and say I do, Bob charmed her with empty praise Leaving her in a foggy daze, Her fiancé was a great big fake Nothing but a lying snake, He played women like a sport With a different girl in every port, On the morning of the wedding day Jody found Bob making out with Kay, She grabbed a gun and shot them dead A bullet each right through the head, They tumbled from the bed onto the floor Poor Jody isn’t innocent any more.

I haven’t done much blogging since the April A to Z challenge. Between preparing for choir concerts and having my laptop fixed, blogging fell through the cracks. I seem to be that way and go full throttle at projects and then nothing. I must try to get back at it again as I do enjoy it and I do appreciate the friendships I’ve made with other wonderful bloggers. I was thinking about a topic they discussed at Weight Watchers last week about having an anchor whenever we feel ourselves going off track on our healthy eating regime. For me, going to the meetings is my anchor as they get my mindset back to where it should be again and I love the leader Carol and her self deprecating Newfoundland humour. She’s a riot. We have different kinds of anchors in life to handle challenges and obstacles that throw us off course. What about having an anchor for when we get off the creative track? Many times I’ve been derailed by stress, rejection, indifference and just plain old procrastinat...