Today is Easter. What better day to post a TToT.

Greetings TToT’ers and non-Ts alike! Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge. One of my thankfuls today goes to Josie 2 Shoes. As a neophyte in the world of blog hop hosting, I have quickly come to realize there’s a tad more to this hosting gig than I ever imagined. And therein lies both the challenge and the fun!

My many hats go off to Josie, Zoe (for her longstanding gift of hostessing’ing) and veteran writers like Kristi Campbell of Finding Ninee fame and her co-hostess Kenya G. Johnson over the Sporadically Yours. These woman, along with many other persons (I’m sure there’s a man out there donning the hostess hat) serve as conduits of community and sharing, friendship and information, entertainment and sounding board.

Whatdya say? Let’s do this thing 😀

  1. Josie for bringing us the TToT every week.
  2. Yesterday’s weather. Gorgeous.
  3. The gradual blooming of the trees, the daffodils now standing, heads bowed to the coming spring.
  4. the Wakefield Doctrine.
  5. Every day I give thanks for my my health and the ability to walk and enjoy my environs.
  6. Jack and Meg 🙂
  7. I’m truly grateful for the wonderful examples of writing I read each week. You guys are a huge inspiration to me. Because of you, I won’t give up (entirely) the writing thing.
  8. Gary Moore.
  9. Unexpected bargains! Went looking for new clothes for work yesterday, specifically slacks. Didn’t find any but out of the blue (no, really lol) I spotted a pair of red jeans (we all need something red in our wardrobe, am I right?!) regularly $40 in the clearance rack for $12. Not bad 😀
  10. Today. My only day. My gift. My responsibility.

Hey, it’s never too late to join in the thanks! Here’s the link!


Show Love with No Remorse. Thank you RHCP. Thank You.

(Begun Friday, basically completed yesterday, posting today…really?? *sigh*…yes)

Can I ever say enough good things about the Chili Peppers? I think not! Their music is one of the many maps of my life’s atlas. In particular, By The Way. This collection represents a specific time when life took an unexpected turn. Yes. There were casualties.

I walk through the world with body defected. Heart pitted with the healing of life’s abscesses, holes hollowed throughout. “Time heals all wounds”, so they say. Know what’s just as powerful? Music. It heals, it hurts, it deepens the emotion of the moment. It is refuge, it is magic. It is life.

In the interim of the here and there, there are moments. Moments that can be days. Like yesterday. My car doesn’t have a serious radio LOL. Regular airwaves (I love playing this song! A simple bass line, it’s a blast to play) Last morning coummute of the week, radio on. 1st up? this. Wouldn’t call myself a fan of this guy, but today I really got into this song. My entire person. What was it that hyped me up? I was the music all the way to Rockville.

It was a bee-u-tifullll summer day. A perfect beach day (if I lived near the beach). And! It was Friday. Maybe it’s a body thing. The body never forgets. Not fully. And so, I knew on a very basic organic level that today was Friday. I could feel it. Today was a spontaneous, all music is energizing and life giving day. Today was all about emotional content. And it was good.

It’s Saturday afternoon. Do I have a 10 spot? Yeah, I think so…

One. The Red Hot Chili Peppers. In particular, Flea. Once upon a time, as a young woman, Anthony Jackson held top spot for years as my favorite bass player. (“I’m sorry Anthony. Flea. It’s Flea. I still love you but, um, when I hear Flea play my heart seizes from the sheer beauty of his expression. Forgive me?”)

Tue. Magic, stubborness and stupidity and not giving up.

3. clark, scott, roger. The Progenitors. Each are a chapter (maybe a couple or 2) in my bio.

Four. And I ain’t talkin’ cheese. Except maybe on the surprize pizza yesterday courtesy of one of the attorneys.

Five. That my test results showed the osteo not getting worse.

6. Got to go with the weather. Hope I don’t jinx anything but the weather the last 5 days has been extrodinarily lovely.

Seven. That I was house sitting again so that right at this moment I’m enjoying an absolutely perfect day sitting under a patio umbrella. Light breeze, pre-fall light, not a cloud in the azure blue sky…someone just lit up a barbeque.

8. I really get stuck sometimes. Stage fright? Sounds awful ‘cuz there are thoughts cruising in and out of my consciousness during the week that would certainly qualify as “thankfuls”. Like having my senses in good working order. That I can see, not only look. That I can hear, not simply listen. That if no words come out of my mouth at least they’re there, stumbling, maybe tumbling ’round the inside of my head.

Nine. the Wakefield Doctrine and scotts!  All I have to do is look at #8 and realize this is not all that complicated. Keep it short, simple and to the point! So next time? 10 ToT scottian style.

10. If I have nothing, I have this moment. And that’s good enough.

“Never underestimate the power in a single moment or act”

Can you always see it? Can you always see the Edge?

No, no you can’t.  There were times I should have seen the Edge but didn’t.  Times, that if it was any more apparent, it would’ve jumped up like a rabbid racoon and bitten me in the face!  So the obvious question:  has the time come to define the Edge?  Naah.  I know what it is, I’m just not so sure I’ve got the writing chops to describe it adequately.  Sorry.  Don’t have a “wiki” definition handy.  At least not today.

I can say this – the Edge is different for each of us.  “…what?… I disagree“.  Everyone’s been there.  It’s just that you may not have been cognizant of it.  Didn’t see the Edge for what it was.  “…..yes, yes you do….it’s facing situations, times when a single decision or series of decisions has the potential to alter your life…”  The Edge isn’t always a cliffhanging place, it isn’t necessarily an adrenaline-rush do or die place.  It’s a place,  a state of being that can appear as innocuous as banana pudding.  Hey!  Click this link: Pictimilitude and then ask Cyndi.  I’ll bet american currency against round bakery products she can identify, then concur and finally, give you an  example of her own Edge like experience(s).

Listen, I’m a bit out of sorts today.  Not really feeling it, so let’s talk about the challenge of creative writing.  Show of hands – who thinks single, unattached people have an easier time producing creative content?  Do you think they/you have an advantage over their married/might as well be married counterparts?  I’m thinking yes and no.

Um…you guys mind if I bitch-out a minute?  For me, a clarklike female, I enjoy morning solitude.  The pre-dawn kind especially.  Only I don’t get much of it.  By the time I’m telling my rogerian man that morning is my creative time of day and that his talking distracts me, it’s already too late.  Some days I feel a tad guilty ‘cuz he has this endearing quality of waking up pleasant every day.  And he wants to start sharing his day immediately.  Who could ask for anything better, right?

Except on those rare days when my fingers start to itch, what creative streak I may have started brushing onto my screen is suddenly whisped away to nothing.  An almost nothing blend of blahness.  Where did those pleasing word formations go?!  Then the stupid part of my brain (the one willing to compromise) suggests to my own damn self that maybe I should just get up in the middle of the night, say 3 am, and write then.  It’ll be quiet then, right?  Fuck that!  It wouldn’t be the same.  Wouldn’t be the same as my favorite time to write. 

You get it don’t you?  The thing about dawn.  There’s something special about the time right after that first armstretch of light in the east.  A brief moment that is neither night or morning.  It’s a between time.  If you’re like me, you occasionally spot an envelope of opportunity right before the sun breaches the horizon that is…. unique.  You think “if I can just slip my finger under the lip of that envelope, pry it open ever so softly, carefully, there might be words inside that could find their way to my fingers so that each keystroke I took was imbued with the potential to release…. all sorts… of magic…

….This morning was not one of those.  At least I have the comfort of knowing creativity lurks on a horizon somewhere.  Gonna go pack a bag.  Later…..