Welcome! To the money pit at the rat race gallery

We hang out, with our faces on the wall.

Life can be kinda like a bad dream.

Sometimes.

Oftentimes,

We, and our life stories come alive, at night, in the dark.

The mugs of all mugs.

The mug shots of all mug shots.

Hanging on the wall.

It was ourselves, all along.

It is worth noting, or at least knowing, that nothing in life is free.

We may think, “🤔Everything will be better when I__________________(fill in the blank)

or when I _______________________(fill in the blank)

or if I __________________________(fill in the blank)

or when I acquire___________________(fill in the blank)

or when I one-up who________________(fill in the blank)

or when I out smart__________________(fill in the blank)

if I can forgive______________________(fill in the blank)

One day a tiny being comes along and starts eating your food, sleeping in your bed, making all kinds of noises☺️, with never an utter of a “thank you.”

On the contrary.

You took a chance.

They took a chance.

With very few words.

Here you sit (finally) in the early morning hours, staring at one another with goofy faces of love and peace. And indescribable words of regard.

Knowingly.

Soul sisterly and brotherly planning the day accordingly.

A day devoted to building back up.

Building back up.

That which may have been lost.

Including respect,

Somewhere in the past when everyone was “busy” and no one may have noticed.

Then it hits upside the head.

The plan, the new plan: Start from somewhere.

O.K.

There are no instructions, no directions.

O.K.

What to do. What to do.

Just.

A leap of faith.

My new friend has hops, leaps even—let me tell you.

Undesirable behavior—is when I know something is “zip” or “down” I learn the need to be disciplined to become a good listener.

However, at the same time, my tiny friend is teaching me something very, very important.

I do not have to be the frog in boiling water anymore(lk).

I can live NOT like I am dying everyday.

So, the first order of the day.

We do, or try, at least.

Take a walk.

Together.

This tiny little being is getting bigger and bigger by the day.

But still quietly, silently, telling us what to do, where to go, what their needs are. A bond of unspoken grace.

Cool!

Yes.

Confusing?

At times

Yes.

Wrong turns?

Yep.

Right turns.

Yep.

Back on track.

Yes!

Even round the rat race track of the money pit.

Yes.

(May I remind you this tiny being likes to eat🙃). It is takes time. Sometimes.

To get it right.

To get things right.

To make it stick.

During the stickiest of situations, and circumstances.

But now, now is good.

This tiny being has already taught me a thing or two about patience in the moment, even if and when I do not like it or want it.

We are very similar. My souls sister- brother

Mutual respect in our weakest moments cause us to bow our heads, look up, move on. Move along.

We are now in the business of picking our own mess off the floor, the one we made when we did not trust and walk forward.

In a forward direction.

No longer victim to the insignificant matters, pics, images that hang on the old wall and hold us back.

That old pic, the old “proof” the evil evidence in the hands of another.

Their problem. Not ours.

The fact that their conscience failed them does not require our conscience to leave our soul.

Ever.

My new little friend and a I know this as we walk among the thrifty old vases, artifacts, salvation blankets of hope, and future offerings of change.

Somethings. Need to be crushed— a shifty old monster can🤣.

Crush it.

Crush it big time.

My new friend taught me about good persons. Real persons.

Persons who have our back.

Have our back through thick and thin.

Nice displays? Bad reactions? Smiles.Grimaces. Scouls.

Leave those for persons who may have too much time on their hands to notice the imperfections.

Of which we all have, but never like to admit it. So we bring another to their knees—in attempts to get what we want, or think we may want.

In the moment.

This new tiny friend in my life.

Cute, cuddly, like a warm blanket.

But is showing signs, real signs-signs that scare me still-

That she would bite you, and hard, if you try, attempt again to hurt the family.

Bite you hard.

Try if you might.

To test her.

You will undoubtedly become frustrated.

React and reply, “Bite me”

And she will, or may.

Depending upon if she likes you.

Approach with caution.☺️

It will become your problem.

And the price paid forward?

Will be of your conscience choosing between what is right and what is wrong.

Hiding behind the scrolls and scrolls of pics and images and related stories of hardship to be used as the black mail of another’s life is no match for my tiny little friend.

Growing stronger every day.

Getting to understand what makes another, “tick.” And then acting accordingly.

Which is with the faith of a good friend, a best friend.

A loyal watch-out-for-you-friend—through thick and thin.

Pity those who keep on attempting to roll over another with a bull dozer of lies.

By the way, she does that too, rolls over—-

When I ask her to give me some space on the bed she took over when she came into my life🤣

She likes her comfort.

But only if I am, too

Comfortable.

With and with your plan—of life and living point forward.

Day by day.

Oh dear Lord.

Three things I pray.

To see thee more clearly.

Love thee more dearly.

Follow thee more nearly.

Day by Day.

I follow in my tiny friend’s footsteps, and my friend in mine because we

Walk the same walk.

A win-win honest foundation of the walk forward.

Try it you may like it!

Then again, you may not.

Destined to sit among the top shelf of the old items and the supposed best one, tasty ones?

I dunno.

My friend and I share.

Everything.

Good luck to you today and always!

May the luck of the Irish be with you today.

Happy Saint Patricks’s Day!