They Call Me Blondie

I was part a conference on Intimacy a while back and believe it or not, we were the ones to 'teach' on intimacy!  crazy huh?!  How would I, Wendy, have something to say about Intimacy? I kept wondering, " how the heck are we supposed to teach when this is a very subject or area I  haven't even conquered yet ?"  I guess perhaps some of the best teachers in life (well, besides Jesus; we all know he was perfect, right;) are the ones that are STILL learning their own lessons. Its kinda like a 'preaching to the choir' in a round about way... BUT perhaps maybe just a step ahead? Intimacy. . . perhaps a guarded subject, word, or action for many if not all of us. here's my big warning:: IF I were to ever 'arrive' and feel like I've perfected or mastered a discipline, then please don't listen to me! Ok? I totally KNOW I haven't arrived and have to continuously work on my own character integrity and person.  I KNOW I am not perfec...

making people smile…. If you had an entire day to make people smile, what would you do?   What about a 1/2 a day, or even an hour?   I think I might go to a coffee shop and buy the next 10 cup of Joe's and sit back just to watch the smile's come across people's faces as they found out they had just received a free cup of coffee courtesy of a stranger they had no connection to before them!   OR  I might stand outside a grocery store with dozens of balloons. (yes it would take more than me to hold them so I didnt float away;) but I would stand outside and hand a balloon to each person that walked out of the store and ask them to make a wish and then let it go… just to be part of dreaming process with people.   Or perhaps Id help inspire students to follow their career dreams by arranging for a handful of students to experience their "dreams coming to reality" by a day in the recording studio for musicians, or a day on the set of a film (for aspi...

I stumbled out of bed this am as the alarm blared for the 2nd time. This time, even louder as I was not in dreamland any longer; each time the alarm went off it seemed to yell with each beep. GET. OUT. OF. BED. THIS. IS. YOUR. LAST. ALARM. BEFORE. I. JUMP. OFF. YOUR. DRESSER. AND. ONTO. YOUR. BED.  (I felt like it was one of the old black and white Disney cartoons when the cow becomes the bullhorn and the rest of the farm animals run around with barnyard sounds and pots & pans clanging)   Ok, okay… it wasn't that bad. BUT, I Hadn't had a full night's rest after tossing and turning throughout the night, and I was still trying to complete the somewhat odd dream I had during my sleep. If you could even call it that.   And so out of bed, into the bathroom, splashed water on my face, and in a half awake/half not, I hopped down the stairs towards the laundry room so I could snag my clean laundry and start getting ready for the day.  With the cold of the morn...