Risky Business....

So... I know Sunday's post wasn't an easy one to read for many people.

Growth isn't always cheery and light, filled with sunshiny epiphanies. Sometimes it's really hard work.

But that led me to think about something entirely unrelated but correlated.

How risky are you willing to get on your site?

For this one, I find I'm willing to go far out on the limb, almost to the point of breaking it. This site is primarily about ideas and spiritual experiences, some of which are difficult. In general, I'm very willing to be open. At the same time, there are some things that are entirely off-limits. Some of the things I write about are tempered, some are strongly edited, some are a blatant tossing of the fish on the table. I never write with the intention of offending, while knowing some topics hold that potential.

I'm certainly willing to risk if it plants one seed, causes someone to give some thought to something they perhaps hadn't thought about before from a given perspective - or when it comes to a social justice issue that needs attention, even if the hammer pounds a bit hard. That's something that comes naturally from having written an editorial column in the past. I'm willing to take a poke at some sacred cows on occasion.

So... how about you?

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And yet another day dawns....

... and at least I can offer this pretty picture.

I'd love to be there! Right now!

I have little to offer since my body is not cooperating with my mind and I've caught another dreaded summer cold. After being up half the night, hacking and choking, witty repartee is not on the agenda for today!

D. is leaving tomorrow for a week at her family reunion in Texas. It will be oddly refreshing around here without hearing her constant complaining. Seriously, folks, there are days when I believe my ears will start to bleed.

Why is it that some people live in a constant state of dissatisfaction? Every statement has to be challenged and a right/wrong judgment attached to everything. Everything becomes a power struggle and everything has to be done one way? Why do some people find it necessary to share their misery with the world? (Um. Like I am doing right now. Um. *errm*)

Mai fricking pen rai, already!

:)

Fortunately, I use my tenant status to my advantage at these times and my mother-in-law unit becomes Fort Knox. (I should mention, these battles are not with me. They are with her sons.)

I'm looking forward to opening up a good book and escaping for the day. Hopefully by tomorrow, I will have something to say that will at least justify the effort to click over this way.

Is there an award out there somewhere for the most boring, useless post on the Internet?

I nominate myself.

Sorry, guys. :)



Peace,


~Chani