Sunday, May 22, 2011
Monday, May 9, 2011
So I have not been knitting. I have not been:
That's where I draw the line_____________________________________________________
For every action that helps me feel I know who I am or who I am opening up to being - there is an equal and opposite reaction that scoots me in the direction of the person who is like everyone else in this stinkin' rat race. There's a reason they call it a 'rat' race. I don't know about you, but I don't want to be a rat. But 5 days a week, in order to earn a paycheck, I have to be a rat. Then I get to come clean on the weekends and be.....oh I don't know.....a salamander or something.
Sorry, I like salamanders. And they are indicators of a healthy ecosystem so totally fitting here. Well eventually being a rat 5 days out of the week for 365 days a year begins to wear on you.
It's tough. Very tough to maintain a level above what this world wants you to sink to. It's especially tough when your own family looks at you like you have 6 heads because you want to do something different even though you've been taking a different road from everyone else for your entire existence.
What's the saying; Well behaved women rarely make history?
Well sorry but I believe that it's possible to change the world....one rat-in-to-one-salamander at a time.
Saturday, May 7, 2011
I don't think so. It hides sometimes under different weights of baggage. It disguises itself as the quirk in your smile or the skip in your step but it's still there. Buried but not lost, not gone, not ended. If I can still have it after what I've been through then so can anyone. If you think your innocence is lost then it is. Cling to it. It is also known as truth.
Deep thoughts for a Saturday. Fearless Farmgirl has been hijacked.