Weekend Mini-Challenge ~ Homographic FUN @ Imaginary Gardens
Beautiful Magaly is inviting us to play with homographs, or
words that share the same spelling, but have rather different meanings.
Here is my
attempt. I do hope I do not tear my
paper when my frustrated tears make it wet.
LOL
The stages of life have a way of making a grand
entrance. The only problem is they do
not come in at the entrance, they come in at the side door or exit. Nothing can be completely predicted. There always has to be surprises to keep me
on my toes. I can try to have my ducks all in a row, but most likely I will be
lost at sea trying to row my boat without a paddle. You see, trying to keep a sense of control is
kind of like trying to spit at the wind, you wind up wetter than something that
has washed up to shore. The biggest wave
that could possibly come will come when you do not want to get wet; that is
just how it works. So you might as well
wave certainty goodbye. It won’t stay
for long, and when it leaves it won’t be back anytime soon. In fact, it will leave like a bat out of
hell, and then you will be lucky if your bat hits the ball out of the park even
once for the rest of your days! Now that
I have burst the bubble of your view of the future, like a reader’s digest
article about death and destruction, let me give you a pill of hope for you to
digest for the road:
Life is not easy
We know that is true
But in all its imperfections
It is laced with blessings too
They are sewn in the fabric
Wrinkled or straight
We can spend our whole life
Trying to iron and evening the creases we hate
But when evening is truly upon us
We realize that the wrinkles are a gift of grace
They are part of the beautiful garment of life
And all the blessings are also a part of our fate.
©Carrie Van Horn 2019
