From Chaos Comes Happiness

I have never been one of those "blank" refrigerator door people - no matter how much I want to be, and no matter how much I try to be. There is always something that needs to be there . . . even if it is just one little magnet or piece of life that I want to remember. But the thing is . . . for me, it is never just one little magnet. Right now, it's about 18 little magnets. Give or take a few. I took a look at my chaotic and quite cluttered fridge door the other day, and decided it was time to clean it up. The only problem . . . was that I couldn't remove thing. Not one single thing. Because, believe it or not, each and every part of that door means something  special. Truly. So, I decided I should share the Anatomy of my Refrigerator Door with you, my beloved blog friends. Because it is silly, and so something I would do - to "air the dirty laundry" . . . or in this case, "air the fridge door".  Here it is - 1 to 18 - and the meanin...

                                        I wanted the sun. I needed it, bad. So yesterday, in between carrying loads of groceries into the house, I stood on my front walkway and faced it. For a long long time. With eyes closed, I stood there letting those rays fill me up. I felt . . . healed . . . in a wierd sort of way.  I stood in the quiet of my little neighborhood, and listened to the faint sounds of cars running in the distance, gentle wind blowing, tree limbs swaying, and I swear (even in the 7 degree temperatures) I heard birds.  Then I would return to the groceries.  Another load. Then another break with me and my sun.  I wanted to reach up, and put it in my pocket. Take it with me so I could bring it out when I need it again.  I tried.  And, of course . . . You can't really do that.  So, I did the next best thing and took the above photo.  I...