Curiosity DID NOT Kill the Cat

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You know what DID kill the cat? Fear. Fear encrusted the cat like a toxic blanket. Because of this, the cat, stuck high up in a tree, could not come down. He was paralyzed and not curious enough to see what would happen if he tried.

Curiosity encourages us to learn, to explore, to question. Curiosity leads to knowledge.

No one has ever said so, but I wonder sometimes if my questions make people think I’m nosy when I’m actually inquiring and attempting to gather information.

Answers gives us knowledge and truth sets us free.

So, be curious and climb down from that tree.

And, if you need to hang on for dear life, do it while standing firmly on the ground.

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What Good Is a Window?

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What good is a window 

 if there’s nothing to see 

no season of fall 

no drifting of leaves 

What good is a window 

if there’s only a wall. 

 

What good is a window 

if it’s sealed on all sides 

if it always stays closed 

by your heart or your pride 

What good is a window 

If you’re underexposed. 

 

What good is a window     

if it’s locked tight, secured 

or covered with drapes 

and your view is obscured 

What good is a window 

If there is no escape 

 

What good is a window 

if it’s not open wide 

to smile at skies blue 

to let fear subside 

So,

What good is a window? 

It let’s you climb through 

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(photo taken when I visited beautiful Tuscany)

 

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Yet She Rose

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She believed in something greater

no concern for self or rules

nothing would abate her

as she fought for open schools.

She spoke of female rights,

opportunities, a claim

for education she would fight

but then, they learned her name.

 

On a dusty bus they found her

where she spotted weapon drawn

and everyone around her

thought the shot, her final song.

An unexpected outcome passed

forgotten sorrowed woes

as people of the world, aghast

Witnessed as she rose.

Yes, we watched her as she rose.

 

 

Photo credit of  Malala Yousafzai

 

Forgivenss: NOW OPEN!!

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Grandma parked her Ferrari

and rushed through the door

of the Moxie Courageous Everything Store.

“I need one sturdy jump rope,

two twenty-pound weights,

elbow and knee pads

and blue roller skates.”

 

“Will  that be all?” the salesman said.

 

Grandma looked at the ceiling

and then shook her head.

 

“I need a large sack of forgiveness,

‘No cost,’ I was told,

‘If you give it out freely,

it will lighten your load.'”

 

He pulled down the sack

from the highest of shelves

and smiled when he said,

“I might give some myself.”

 

She lifted her items

and knew who she’d call

for the bag wasn’t heavy,

not heavy at all.

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Daily word prompt: Moxie

 

 

 

 

 

Never give up

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Ike, my great-grandfather, and Cono Dennis, my dad

Even though I didn’t get a donkey or a new guitar, I knew Aunt Nolie was in my corner, wiping off my brow between rounds and telling me to “Get up!” at the same time. I’ve since learned how to “get up” from many of the folks around West Texas. In that rugged terrain, if you don’t stand your ground, you’ll be bitten into hard, chewed on for a long time, and finally spit out just like Granny Dennis’s snuff. You don’t give up in West Texas, you get up.

It’s strange the ways people stick up for others and how they don’t. Sometimes they do it with yelling words, soft words, or even no words at all. Sometimes they do it by fighting, like Punk Squares did. But most of the time, the people in your corner just tell you to suck it up and go back at it. That’s what I’ve learned to do.

On that no-account day I did get a good reminder of what Ike taught me later on. Never trust anybody but your own self. I’d decided that from then on, I was going to protect my hard-earned money, hold on to it real tight in one hand and clutch the handle of my axe even tighter in the other. An honest day’s pay should be just that and nobody—nobody—should ever take that away from you.

Excerpt from No Hill for a Stepper, my father’s story.

Be Tenacious!