My mom was always big on the notion that there was something good to be seen or said about everyone.
As a little girl I told her I didn't believe everyone was good, some were just not good at all, in any way, shape or form.
She said 'Really? Like who?'
I said 'Well, like the Devil !"
She smiled and said "I dunno Paige...he's really good at making fire'
This much I know is true...
1-Everything changes and sometimes somethings change in just a heartbeat.
2-Lightning can, will and does strike the same place twice, and sometimes twice over again.
3-Mother Nature & Father Time call the shots, as they see fit.
4-I am very, very blessed in so many ways.
Thank you Great Oak, Momma Nature & Father Time for reminding me...
I guess it all starts and ends with you and me...
I have decided that when I die, I definitely do want to be cremated. Would it be evil if I asked that my ashes be called Pixie Dust?
If not, then perhaps those ashes could be tossed into the eyes of all the assholes of the world...
BP Execs along with Joran van der Sloot, Child and Animal Abusers might make the short list.
Liars, Cheats and Thieves make the long list.
His bark rolls like thunder and if you stand close enough, it rattles the core of your bones like a coal-loaded train out your back door. He's a Mastiff.... a 'devil-dawg'... a 'hell-hound'
And he's full of terrified love...
Because of his size and his apparent ferociousness, people fear him. It's their instinct.
He senses their fear...
and questions what they have done, what they may do...
Agnostic towards the human race, perhaps...
but, if so, I think his doubts in us come from our doubts in him...
Really, behind the cover of a beast bigger than me, pants a little love soldier,
marching, plowing, thundering through the days for the moments of company who judge him not by his cover...
35 lbs at 10 weeks and 125 at 10 months...
Oh, such a good, good man.
I just hate the fact that the mere sight of me made his skin turn red with anger & his hands tremor with adrenaline.
Not that I ever did him any wrong.
I never did.
I'm just a reminder to him...
And he, the good man that he is, calms himself...steps away...comes back and reminds me that we live and learn.
I smile because I should.
I know some folks just live...
'Yes, and I guess we're the wiser for it. We have been living, learning and we pay as we go.'
I am sick that I was such a bitter reminder for him, but he has no idea that he was a reminder for me too....that even when I thought I was alone, getting shafted, I really wasn't alone at all.
Things Aren't Always as They Seem...
If I do not counsel you or have sex with you, pad your pockets or your falls from grace, feed your belly or feed your ego... it still doesn't make me worthless. For when I feel like I have nothing else to give that is valued and appreciated...I still have me & I, for that, I am grateful. 
And I would never rub my dirty little feet all over you...
it doesn't make me any better...
just different.
I walk in peace, dirty feet and all
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