My pastel pink nails clink against my coffee mug as I tap out the melody coming over the radio. I boldly face all the controversy and problems that lay ahead one word at a time.
The letters fall across my keyboard like a scrabble board game.
I look down at my notebook that has a quote by Benjamin Franklin. “Either write something worth reading or do something worth writing.” I really like this quote and try to live a bold life.
Yesterday, was the Assumption of Our Lady, one of my favorite feast days. When the mother of God wails in pain as she gives birth to a Son that will rule the nations. But meanwhile, there’s a red 12-headed dragon, ready to swallow the baby. Quite a
So I take this to mean, in my life, that there are certain things that I want greatly but also come with great sacrifices. Including my hope to go back to college. As I sip my coffee I think about the possibilities. I think about my words, written and spoken.
Dreams often have a way of blotting up your life. Like a loaded calligraphy pen, pressed too hard against the paper. Making a line but blurring in a hundred off spurts: directions. That’s what it seems like at least. Bizarre and Beautiful as long as you can see the beauty in simple things.
Today is Saint Stephen of Hungary’s feast day. St. Stephen led many battles and was married to King Henry II’s sister, Gisella of Ungarn. He founded monasteries and dioceses. He patron saint against the death of children and of stone cutters.
So with dapples of Catholicism and big dreams, I step boldly into my day.
God Bless my readers walk with courage and strength!