If there was NO change, there would be no butterflies..Walt Disney
To know me is ... just, well, is to know me...
I WAS what I thought to be a flower child. Loved everybody. Didn't realize the ones who didn't love me back. Hated war, but loved the soldier. Hated the draft, but loved my freedom. Defied gravity and burned my bra, now they seek revenge and fear pink ribbons. Wore Jesus sandals and Indian moccasins -- hung out in Piedmont Park occasionally. Police rode horses there. Accepted Christ around age 12, alone in my room while my parents duked it out across the hall. One summer afternoon in Piedmont Park I publicly proclaimed my faith in Christ beside a pond with two Bible-believing long haired hippie-types that I'm sure my dad would have said "needn't oughta apply". I wore maxi dresses instead of mini skirts. Loved Jesus Christ Superstar -- the musical and the man, saw McCartney twice, once with the Beatles at the stadium, then after he grew Wings and flew Over America, in Atlanta -- loved Bob Dylan, Melanie & Donovan. James Taylor was my best friend. And he sang about it over Quixi announced by Gary McKey. Had posters on my ceiling by Peter Max, so I could lie in bed and look up and dream of peace, love & tranquility as Joni swears "those were the days my friend" and I sincerely didn't think they would end. Knew inner beauty intimately... fell somewhere on the chart between Twiggy & Mama Cass publicly... while humming Linda Ronstandt...
and if there WAS never a change there would be no butterflies, Walt Disney
TODAY.... I search for the perfect bra. Wear Reebok & Timberlands first chance I get. I google "where is Peter Max" while sitting underneath Monet's pretty flowerchild's print above my desk. Still afraid of drugs, now docs add to that mix. Rely on 1-a-days and fish oil. No draft, now. Still hate the war but love the soldiers. Making gravity my friend, seeking to bond with her.
My Piedmont Parks and ponds evolved into a cherished little duck pond just around the corner from my home, with visits from black-eyed boys twisting breadcrumbs through their fingers they got from Mamaw's pantry.
Still love everybody and pray to never know when they don't love me back. Thankful Jesus still guides my shoes, no matter the style I choose. I wear what fits now. Still love Jesus Christ Superstar. Itunes delivers James Taylor and all my other faves. Above my bed reads: Real Love Stories Never Have Endings. I lie beneath the inscription and dream of peace, love & tranquility.
Yep, with no change, there would be no butterfiles. Yet thankful hearts mostly stay the same.
I often find myself on the edge of my seat anticipating the next chapter, Mr. Disney.
Yep, with no change, there would be no butterfiles. Yet thankful hearts mostly stay the same.
I often find myself on the edge of my seat anticipating the next chapter, Mr. Disney.
defined: Jean Bardou came up with the idea for a booklet of rolling papers made of thin, pure rice paper. The booklets were a success and Bardou's trademark, the initials "JB" separated by a diamond shape became known as JOB. My opinion: they're not much good for anything --
