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Injunction junction what’s your function?  I have never heard of the word injunction, let alone read the word.  In a very important moment of finding deeper rest, I came across an article I was connecting with after each and every word.  I came across a word that hung me up: injunction.  It was the only word in the article brand new to me […just like red lipstick- I remember choosing my first shade of red, mostly how quickly I made that decision. I surprised myself.  I was one day in time for a 40% off brand sale, and the brand only had two shades of red to choose from. It is my only shade of red, too. I have only worn it once out, and what I love most about it is the memory made in it - a dear friend of the family caught it on my front teeth and smudged it right off for me without hesitation like she knew it was my big red moment. 2/9/22] [2/11/22 Remember the Big Red jingle?  https://youtu.be/TJsbHMn_hew ] I searched its definition, and it just made a sen...

I was mediating a visit between a cat and a dog at the window this morning, and I thought to myself:   I was alive when they changed the green Skittle from lime to green apple, and I was alive when they added a blue M&M to the bag.   I was disappointed when they changed the green flavor to apple.  It totally wrecked my “taste the rainbow” experience.  I used to haphazardly throw a clump of Skittles in my mouth and enjoy the conglomerate of flavor that happened.  Now I have to intentionally sift through the bag for the green ones while I miss lime and then decide if I want to eat green apple or not.  I do not like being wasteful.  One of the things I still wonder to this day is: What was wrong with the lime skittle? I miss it that much!  To me, green apple is a complicated flavor. Grape, strawberry, orange, lemon, lime even sounds simpler.  Let alone tastes simpler.   Strawberry Skittle.  Yum!  The Skittle’s version of straw...

I once told someone in frustration, “I am over here doing the most.”  The response I received to that articulation was not of awareness, his response was a question: “Why do you put so much emphasis on that?”  I do not like being questioned by people for a number of reasons.  One) People tend to only like what they want to hear.  There are questions I have been asked I keep the most right answer I would give myself to myself had I asked the question.  This question was one of those questions.   I asked myself, “Why do I put so much emphasis on that?”  I came across my grandparent’s prayer prayed for me at my college graduation in the thought of me going out into the unfamiliar, and their prayer is how I would answer the question posed to me most high: Always keep God first in all things so that He will be glorified in all you do.  I cannot do God first in all things without God’s help.  In fact, most things I have done that feel God first wou...

I experienced de ja vu again.   The feeling of being in my right mind feels different today.  I remember how it used to feel.  Heavy.  I like how being in my right mind feels more and more today.  Freer.  Freer feels like more room for random thoughts.  I am a person who enjoys surprises, and I am enjoying the presence of my very own thoughts when they arrive.   My thoughts are good to me.   Most of my very own thoughts feel like they have been at sail for a while and just float in.  I might be thinking about the steps in a recipe and something different arrives.  I know it is a thought belonging to me because it is completely random and apart from what I am presently attending to, but I feel connected to it.  My thoughts are not strangers; they may feel brand new to me, but I am familiar with them.   I had a thought visit me last week, and I wrote it down in my pocket jot-thought journal…  “Emotional intelligence is ...

My desire to read Scripture is present, but the Bible once intimidated me.  The Bible was especially scary given my struggle through TAAS and Miss Rose’s Reading class.  TAAS graded my reading comprehension and Miss Rose asked three blackboards worth of questions about thick novels she assigned.  My grades reflected my honest struggle in reaching for above average.  I think Spelling and Anatomy and Physiology were my strongest subjects.  I won my fourth grade spelling bee, and my professor asked me to tutor my classmates.  Regarding the spelling bee, if I had not been given no choice by my two fourth grade teachers who believed that strongly in me, I would have never known the victory.  I do not think I studied for both of my board examinations harder than I studied for the spelling bee.  I think my forehead grew a full inch preparing for the spelling bee.  I overheard one of my fourth grade CCD classmates ask her mother, “Why is Emily’s head...

My dad and I were talking one day, and he told me I should become a counselor.     I appreciate compliments from my dad because he is present in them.  I was receiving a slew of suspicious phone calls one day, and Matt finally walked me through how to block the number.   The suspicious phone calls were coming from a friend trying to reach out.  I answered a call coming from his contact to know.  I did not expect his news, but I did understand the story.   I didn’t have to ask questions, because he retells his side of the stories honestly. I tried listening as patiently as possible.   I listened with the faith his consequence would be fair.  Ultimately I was disappointed in his choices, but I was most by his counselor’s. I do believe people can try harder than consequence, sometimes.  Why must consequence have the greater responsibility?    The consequence has to be ready, firm and it has to hope it will be received. I was angry...

I revisit my own words, and one day I asked myself: I think about God a lot.   I think I am presently aware of just how much a lot is because I remember when I just knew God is God.  I felt a curiosity  about God, I remember, but curiosity was just curiosity. It wasn’t inquisitive yet.  There was just a presence of God in our family made real by the love for God that was easy to see.  The picture of Jesus in both my grandparents home hung on the wall is probably the easiest way to see love.  Like a family member’s portrait hung on the wall.  I never asked why it was hung, but I do know it didn’t feel hung to be a reminder, “Do good.”  But it felt hung out of love in remembrance.   When I started walking dogs, I knew I was going to have to do something to protect myself from the sun but I didn’t yet know what that looked like.   I was walking Gizmo one day, and I got a clue.  Another dog walker was approaching me from the opposite en...