Take Me Home

Genes, in addition to jeans, are interesting things.  Certainly, I ordered ten toes, one nose, a snappy personality and the usual equipment, but never thought to check the 'red hair the color of pure copper', 'one eye just a little bit different shade of ocean than the other', 'quirky and confident taste in clothes', not to mention 'stellar and breathtaking use of body for dancing of all sorts' and 'enviable ability to speak foreign languages, even those she has not learned' boxes.  I have my very favorite daughter to thank for many things, including the cessation of my long-held practice of sun broiling my body.  So, for today, this is really real - the unit of measurement has yet to be created for the love a parent holds for a child.  Had it been, I would have broken and set the record on May 28, 1985.  I love you, Celia Rose.

Yes, I Could Do What You Want; No, I Won't.

Yes.  Only one more letter than No.  But with that one letter-space difference comes a relinquishment, real or implied, of the right to use the small word in a reply to requests, in todo.  Recently, while enjoying both the sport and stories of the Winter Olympics, I thought just how many times the athletes must have said "no" to requests for their time as they kept their focus on the quest. Undoubtedly, there were times of conflicting emotion, and that is where our similarities end.  The conflict between Yes and No is woven through life and becomes, for me, the basis of determining the degree of conflict or calm.  So, for today, this is really real - I will say Yes to you when I have concluded that I can be the best me once I have, and I say Yes to me to resist pressure, threat, shame and even reward.  For No to you (this time) is Yes to me.