well.....
i've gone and done it.
i've asked questions.
seemingly innocent questions....
or so i thought.

i've always heard that it's good to ask questions.....
to explore the world around you and find out the things that you want to know.
but then i got answers. 
and
they weren't the answers that i wanted to hear,
seems the universe decided that i needed to hear them anyway.
in plain english.
loudly.

i've had to really listen......
actively listen.
until my ears bleed.

but i'm still listening.

and i'm probably not going to ask any more questions.
well.....
i'll be sure to find the bandaids first at least.

wishing all of you love and light this christmas season and throughout the year

even when we are stripped bare,
life emerges.

happy hauntings all!

P
is for pumpkins
three in a row.

Q
is for quiet
teaching my soul to grow.

the only thing constant is change

there are days when walking is the best way to get where you're going.
and days when only a car will do.
sometimes we need a plane to get there,
or a boat,
or a train.
but
the days that you take a bike to get where you're going....?
those are the days that you remember the most.

i don't have time,
time has me.
although i sometimes run from it,
it finds me anyway.
and if i go purposely looking for it,
i can only find it in the most unlikely places.