I'm BACK!

I took a long break from hurrying into your inbox. It is a rather humorous challenge for me to do blogs, and I just simply said, “Enough.”

In doing that, I gave in to letting my runaway cursor and fuzzy computer screen win. I refuse to do so! Come on, Cursor, we are going to do battle and type out a blog at least once a month.

So look for the typos and enjoy them. It’s Cursor’s fault.

AND! It’s a Name my Cursor! Contest.

Give the dastardly little thing a funny name.

The First three wining names get a free BOOB Girl Book of your choice!

Send your suggested cursor names + our address to joy.johnson@msn.com

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A Visit from A Traveler

Adapted from a story by Clarrissa Pinkola Estes

A bright golden sun had just set behind the trees at Meadow Lakes Retirement Community. The BOOB Girls: Hadley Joy Morris Whitfield, Robinson Leary, Mary Rose McGill, and Marge Aaron sat in comfortable chairs around the patio firepit, which was offering up a welcoming, enchanting fire. A bottle of Chardonnay sat half empty on the low table in front of them.

“I have a story,” Robbie said, looking up from her book. The large, early edition of Women Who Run with the Wolves was open on her lap.

“Do tell, do tell,” Marge Aaron smiled in encouragement.

Robbie took a breath. “I’m going to tell it instead of reading it because I have a couple of additions I’d like to make.”

They looked at her, nodded, and Robbie began:

“In the dry country beyond the sands of Lake Michigan, there is a religious colony. The people in the community speak in the verbiage of the Old Testament with thee’s and thou’s and probably begats, too.” Robbie smiled. They all smiled back and nodded for her to go on.

“A traveler named Death came to the door of an old woman of the village. She welcomed Death in and offered a seat at her hearth. She was not afraid. She knew Death was a life-giver as well as a death-dealer. She knew Death was behind all weeping and call laughter.

“Thou hast been my friend all my life,” she said. Thou was with me at my birthing. Thou hast been with me during the bursting of my crops and the falling of my fields. Thou hast been with me during the birthing of my children and the dying of my children, through the finding of my love and the failing of his body.”

“Thou hast caused me much weeping. Thou hast danced with me throughout my life. So call out the rounds now! I know all the steps!”

Robbie held the big book tight against her chest. “I just love this,” she said. “It’s from this book I learned about the life/death/life cycle we experience all through our lives.”

‘Thank you and thank you, Dr. Estes,” Hadley added, and she reached for the Chardonnay to refill their glasses. She smiled. “We have just seen the death of this bottle of really good wine,” she said. They raised their glasses in a toast.

Then they leaned back in the chairs, and for just a few minutes, thought about Death visiting them, as well.

Grace  Humor  Courage  Confidence

3 FOR $30!!!