Thursday, December 5, 2013

Crooked Pansy

I'm not  very good gardener (my husband, Ed, was the one who enjoyed that part of our home, and I recently noticed that a carelessly placed brick had squashed a pansy flat.
But part of the pansy was still peeking out from under the edge of the brick; and over the next few weeks, that pansy put its energies into creeping sideways around the edge of the brick, pushing its short shoots into the air and sunlight, and blossoming in its friendly purple and gold.
When I moved the brick, the pansy's stem was crooked; but, oh, its flower was as glorious as those next to it.

This pansy chose life.
It experienced adversity, but it chose life.
It experienced crippling, but it chose life.
It could not have been blamed or faulted for giving up under the brick, but it chose life.

Chieko N. Okazaki -Raised in Hope -October 1996 General Conference

Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!

-Sarnic Dirchi

The Dream

The Cockroach from MIB had kidnapped a little blonde boy and was holding him hostage. But not for long, His..wife, had come and found him. Killed him. And was keeping the boy for herself. Keeping him safe because he had no family, at one point it looked like she'd made him like her, taken the boy and like in MIB something else was wearing the skin. like she'd done with the wife of the man the MIB cockroach had taken. But on a second glance, it didn't look that way, he was just showing...odd abilities.

Then the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
and I became myself again. :)

-S.N.D

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