RAW AND REAL... FOUNTAINS, DRAINS, AND SUDDEN STOPS!

Some of us are fountains, others are drains. Each fountain has its own unique ebb and flow, while drains pretty much suck endlessly. In my lifetime I have loved and been married to one of each sort and I find comfort in the order of their occupation of my heart. The first taught me hard lessons, while the second soothed my every wound. Without the mighty struggle I wouldn't have been capable of reaching the heights of joy I experienced with my second husband. His echo has more depth and breadth than would seem possible. And I thank God for hooking us up... we were two wounded warriors just looking for a home.

Both of them are gone now, yet here I remain! A fountain with a cracked urn, covered with forget me nots. I sit in my magic garden and remember the danger of drains and the comfort of fountains. I feel pride that I loved even when it wasn't easy and was caretaker to both in their turn. Their comfort always came before my own. I stretched to the outer limit of my capacity then simply trusted God to refresh my supply. Warren always called me a trooper, because I am. He called me a hick too, so he wasn't always right, you understand. In my lifetime I've had to wrestle with reality again and again. I ask you this... What other choice does a fountain have but to keep flowing? I won't be a caretaker again, but I'll always be a caregiver. Living with and being loved by a fountain added such volume to what lives inside of me. It has to go somewhere, for pity sake.

Connections between humans, whether positive or negative fill or empty us of pure energy. I seek to touch with words that will put a happier spin on whatever struggles others have. No dedicated drains need apply... I simply can't waste another drop. Energy shared in a positive way enhances everything. Seeing things through someone else's eyes expands how we see things. Burdens shared quickly lose weight! Mountains become mole hills in the blink of an eye. Patience is a virtue and grace is a gift. The art of being still isn't dead, folks just forgot how to rotate without the wobble. It's not the fall that hurts... it's the sudden stop!

Speaking of sudden stops I stepped down off the first step of a ladder I was standing two steps high upon. Learned that I don't bounce near as high as I thought I would. Learned that falls may start and end quickly, but there's a slow motion portion in the middle. I had time to think all kinds of nonsense as I balanced for that long moment between the up and the down. I learned to stay off ladders until I have the mental capacity to recall which step I'm perched upon, before I attempt to descend. I would say I learned that I'm still capable of rising after a fall, but I've known that for a long while now. Lord have mercy, if I can rise then anyone can... and that's the song of the flow of the fountain that is, with God's grace, me!

1/1/2019 GLENDA ALEXANDER 
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