So Much Wisdom

"Desiderata" was penned by American writer Max Ehrmann in 1927.  I first encountered it in the early 1970's in poster form, and was immediately drawn to it's message.  Over the years I have had several copies of the poster that I have given away to others who found it as beautiful as I do.  Much of it is now ingrained in my memory and pieces of it often come to mind.

 I am intrigued by the fact that the words take on more meaning with the passing years of my life.  What I thought was a lovely sentiment way back then, I have since come to fully understand.  Desiderata contains so much truth and wisdom!

 In many ways Desiderata is the summation of my philosophy.  My life has been filled with rich experiences, and despite it's many imperfections I absolutely believe that it is indeed still a beautiful world.

The Axe Man

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"The Axe Man's here!"  Word traveled quickly through the editing department of the large publishing company.
"What's everybody so nervous about?" asked Jake, a laid-back twenty-five year old and the most recent hire.
 "It's just that every time Mr. Peabody from corporate shows up heads start to roll," senior editor Carter explained.
"You mean they send him here just to fire people?" Jake asked incredulously.
"Yeah, and it never seems to make much sense about which ones he axes," Carter said, suddenly turning pale as he saw Mr. Peabody standing in the doorway motioning for him to come.
I'm linking up with Ivy for Six Sentence Stories
The cue this week is "AXES"

Aprons For My Mom

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Back in the days when I was growing up girls were usually taught sewing; we learned how to sew from our mothers and grandmothers, and later on in Home Economics classes in High School.  Our initial projects were typically quite simple, pillows, aprons and such. My mother wore a cover-up apron everyday as she worked in the kitchen preparing meals and cleaning up, and it was a matter of great pride when I acquired the skills to make her a pretty apron bound neatly in pink bias tape - her favorite color. When that apron wore out I made her another from the same pattern, and then another. I kept my mother in hand-sewn aprons for the remainder of her years.  How I wish she was still standing there in her kitchen wearing her apron while preparing our meals with love.

I'm linking up with Ivy for Six Sentence Stories
The cue this week is "TAPE"

What Happiness Is

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 My mother told me long ago that she had asked a fortuneteller if I would ever be happy.  "Not in a way that you would understand," was the answer she received. 
That prediction weighed heavily on me for many years as I slogged through nightmarish circumstances and relationships that threatened to destroy me.  I often wondered if I would ever be happy; it seemed impossible that I would find a way to be free of the restrictions on my life.
It took a full half-century of living to realize that my unhappiness was largely caused by making poor choices, taking the same wrong turns and making the same mistakes over and over again, yet incredulously expecting things to work out differently from the last time. 
At long last I chose a man and a life that were in keeping with what would nurture my soul, and in doing so I learned what happiness truly is... it is being content with what you have and at peace with where life's taken you.

I'm linking up with Ivy for Six Sentence Stories
The cue this week is "CONTENT"