Food for thought

For those of you who know me, know I am considered an older woman.
(It is what it is!)
Those who know me well, know I am a seasoned woman;
reserved in some ways; extreme in others.
I have been proclaimed "passion" as well as, flighty.
Regardless, I am well aware of my position(s).
There are two of us Gemini women.
Webster defines reserved with several definitions; but these two seem to portray best.
1)A resource not normally called upon;but available if needed.
2)To keep for oneself or save for future use, disposal or treatment.


This is precisely where I am at present.
Available.
Keeping myself at the disposal of others.
To save for future use. USE???!! Whatever.
All being, I feel like I am at THE DINER segment of this Journey.
At this particular point of this seasoned woman's Journey,
I find myself getting steamed over the slightest infraction.
Probably because I have been grilled by some contumelious folk, parched by the heat,
braised;( sautéeing in fat, (I have gained 20 lbs) and then simmering slowly in very little liquid, I've become dehydrated...)
Battered; To damage, as by heavy wear, battered. Not as in fish, battered...
(Rest assured, NO man, dare, in my Life, beat me...
which leaves me now, boiled over with contempt.
I am subject to thinking the next unjust event will be I am put on ice, if not careful!!!
...skipping the desert.

My blog is listed as The Christian Heir; words play a serious pun here.
I choose that name due to my Spiritual beliefs.
The enthusiasm with writing, words and thoughts made a fine combination.
Besides I think it makes a delightful masculine name.
Hier is of German lineage meaning "long" or "tall", I am told.
Translating to the tall christian (Spiritualist).
I digress.
My need to reach out to my readers today disturbs me.
I usually write for practice sake, to leave you in a happier, more encouraging state than you were before reading my blog, or just mainly to keep in touch, daily.
Today, I feel you should be writing me.
In this seasoned state of womanhood, today I feel burnt.
Or is it burned?
Crusty will suffice.
I feel seared, poached as in broken or torn up.
I am sooooo lacking Spirit which kept me engaged and confident.
I feel unaligned, off track and helpless.
In short, overwhelmed.
I know as this seasoned woman, there will be some charring.
I know I must keep my cool.
And in order to keep from becoming TOAST, I need to relax and smell the coffee.
Today's blog is to remind me that a new day is coming.
September is my favorite time of the year as well as my most favorite month.
It is the second day of September and if I continue in this depressed fashion I will have missed the party.
Things change every day.
Sometimes its champagne and caviar, other times it's take out.
My friend says,"Leave yesterday behind."
My radio show spoke about that this morning.
Forget the past, they preached.
My support suggests living for the moment.
Whatever the case, today I am going to continue being a seasoned woman...
About to go fill up on some of the finest treats of Life...
Friendship, music, Love.
I am about to sit down to the Table of Life and consume the fruits of my Spirit.
~Galatians 5:22
Thank you for letting me write my metaphors and thoughts, my dreams, desires and frustrations.
One day we'll have lunch.