I had these writings in a folder that I’d planned on elaborating on later, when suddenly I realized I mustn’t short change the intelligence of my mankind and that these beginnings were complete enough to publish just as they were.
Question: Does a person really ever run out of concepts to explore when learning the art of writing? I think if that were true, that person would be in the wrong profession.

Radical Random Thoughts

We don’t come in here already compatible with family members, lovers, friends, etc..somewhere in there is the thought that God never promised us a rose garden, and once you do get one, it has thorns.

Relationships are to make happy. *ACIM quote. Something to think about.

I stopped asking men to change my mind by seeking the one changeless Mind.friends

if cows can eat all day why can’t I? Well, they do and God thinks that is fine. This is actually supposed to be funny to dieters.

Is it ok to be crusty after age 64? Just call it eccentricity earned or artistic temperament; underneath the surface, we are all struggling to be kind, it’s just that it’s so painful here, and when your days are numbered, the words can come out sounding mean in the urgency to share what needs to be said quickly, to face the terror of the thought we could die here and just be another statistic in the newspaper, and be forced to consider all the errors we’ve made that came out as unkind remarks. It’s true, we’re all works in progress.

If I ran a business I might put up a sign like this in my office: Whining room is closed for repairs. Sorry for the inconvenience. We will open as scheduled Jan 11, 2012. You must sign on the dotted line that we cannot be held accountable if all this is hogwash. By signing you affirm you understand our hogwash and that this is a legal binding. Welcome to Life, the land of the illegible, small print legal bindings. See the Future for further information.

Don’t rush me. I’m smelling a flower on the race track. it’s not supposed to grow there. I figured I’d give it an underground map.

If love is all there is, where is the IS part? Oh! I know! It’s in Linear Time! Thank God I have a life in time.

I have two stomachs in which to digest my life. I need to learn to stomach life. So far, so good.

Who can say I am a space cadet with their crooked smile and loose lip? Anyone that I allow to flap their lips in the breeze to me; I loved him so even as he kept spitting into the wind.

Nobody wants to be around a know it all. too bad, I was on such a roll too. (joke alert!) I need a huge eraser for things that were said of yesteryear and for omissions of truthful diatribes due to emotional overload glitches.

A self realized person does not make up questions they already have the answers to.

Motherhood transcends narcissism.

He sent me empty packages wrapped neatly and carefully. It’s like looking at beautiful frames with no pictures in them.

He brought me bootleg whiskey and wanted me to serve my patrons with that, what kind of job is this? I’m leaving. I ain’t serving that up to the Son of God, my brethren.

False idols, all, are men, if love itself is blind and it is. Learn how to pretend, but not to make the false into the true. Only Love is true. God is Love, the new religion. If I can’t find God here, then I must leave for elsewhere in search.

I do not love you less, it’s that I love God more

If you can’t imagine it, it probably won’t happen

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