Most of the Time

     I think on any given Sunday, we seldom connect all the dots.
     My dad would say, "Its just life, Bonnie."
Well life is a full cup of poison, most of the time. You have to not drink from the cup, or rinse the damn cup out!
     A friend of mine, who lost her daughter recently, has been diagnosed with breast cancer. Of course, I don't get it. There should be a set of rules, that when you lose a child, you are done with things that hurt you.
But then, it is just life, in a nut shell.
What to say and do?
I went to buy a scarf, earrings and a make-up bag. I want her to look darling, when she feels beat down. Chemo, the cup of poison, heals and hurts. How can you hurt anymore? My heart aches, I will get this package in the mail, with my love and kisses.
    You know, if you read my blog, that the end of the month is book time. Or as I like to call it, My drug of choice, books.
 I read three this month, really four, but only one I will brag about.
 French Dirt by Richard Goodman - about a garden in the south of France. Love France, love gardens end of review!

Think Jung! How I Found Meaning in My Life-by Paul Marshall Wortman- I love the search.

Stitches, A Handbook on Meaning, Hope and Repair by Anne LaMott- she is one of my favorite authors, and this book will take you about an hour to read. I will say that I highlighted so much of the book, that I lost the flow. So I read again. ( I also recommended this book to my friend who I talked about earlier, it calls her name) It will probably speak to you all. It is about life, and the ride. She talks about how easy it is to stay on track when we are feeling full of goodness. Then what happens when things fall apart, and they do, for all of us. Anne mentions solace in nature and art, and maybe if we are lucky, the quiet satisfaction of our home. ( theses three things have, and continue to keep me above water)
A couple of jewels are as follows: Ram Dass said that we're all just walking each other home. This is the sweetest thing I have ever read. The comfort that we can offer people, is like walking each other home. That is fantastic.
  Ms. Lamott speaks of feeling that we are barely pulling ourselves forward through a tight tunnel on a badly scraped-up elbow!! (Yikes! you feel that!!)( life is a beast, but hang on, get the bandages out!!)
 She also says we live stitch by stitch. (love that) and if you fixate on the big picture, the whole shebang, the overview, you miss the stitching!! ( pay attention!)
  Barry Lopez wrote, " All that is holding us together are stories and compassion.( You can tell Anne Lamott is a reader)
 She mentions that you never fully recover from some hurts. Then she says, that all you can do is say, "I get It" ( That is what I want to say, and it just doesn't come out of my mouth)
 Robert Burns said it best: " Life is but a day, at most."
(That kind of sounds like what my daddy said," Its just life Bonnie.")
"Without stitches, you just have rags. AND we are not rags!" says my author friend, Anne.
     We are precious beings, full of hope and heartache. That is me speaking now.
     Read this book, and think of my friend.
     Fill your cup with joy, and hold on. Lord its a crazy journey, but Iam loving it!!!