Universe are you listening, It’s me Ruby.

No matter which way you look at it the only control we have over our destiny is the energy it takes to get there. We can’t control the future much in the same we can’t alter the past. Live for today, forget tomorrow and live like yesterday was a dream.

The Experience of Living or Infinite Sorrow

So if living is not about the definition but about the experience does that mean that we are all missing the point? To enjoy life and all it’s candor while accepting the ebbs and flows as they come. I imagine infinite sorrow and the feeling of heartbreak. The only true cure is no cure at all. That you can only move forward with the grief in your heart but a new song on your lips.

The Haunting Melody of the Past (a review of Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy)

So there is it. With the misguided illusion that we must know what life is we forget to experience it. We forget that there are lessons and hints written all throughout time. That the real power comes from being humble to the prospect that maybe just maybe you don’t know all. That the digressions of another can be the sanity that you seek

Two Stepping with the Devil

There is no denying the actuality of our life line being incredibly turbulent. No great feet was ever meet with some incredible time, patience and perseverance. What I began to notice the longer that I try to hang on for the ride is that there is always this natural instinct of knowing what is the…

To Quantify Our Existence

The biggest fear I have in this life is death. It is the not knowing what is coming that makes me shake right down to my core. I also feel that maybe it can’t be too bad. There are so many of us that have made that journey and every single one of us will get there one day. It is hard to feel happy or sad in those terms. It makes me appreciate the moments that I have here but also excited for what is about to come. I appreciate my existence surrounded by so much life

Who My Dog Believes Me To Be

This is love this is adoration. This is the only opinion that should matter. Our pets know all about us. Our movements. Our thoughts. Our feelings. They are rare to hold grudges and most of all just want nothing more than our love. They don’t care if one eyebrow is missing our your lipstick is smudged. What matters to them is you made it home and for them that is their little piece of heaven on Earth.

Alone in Time, Forever Trying

Everything that we are gets boiled down to how we best utilized our time. But in the end. In the very end everything that surrounds us and all that we know eventually return back to nothing. All that struggle and everything we sacrificed to prolong the inevitable eventually finds us

Making My Way Back Home

Reflections in time are like song of the future. You are never to sure of their existence. You want to believe in all that there is. All that is possible and all that can be. That is the beauty and mystery of life isn’t it? To go to your natural limitations then try to push through. Don’t you want to exceed on the person you were from yesterday or do you just want to do what some have before you and just let the natural course of life slide through your fingers. There is no time like the present. You will never be younger more youthful then you are in this moment.

Family the Root of All Evil (or just a few poisoned few)

Yes we would all love to hold the hand of those that created us. The ones that first looked down upon us before we took our first breath. With the billions of people that are inhabiting the Earth though we have come to learn how to recreate that love. Yes it will always be a tiny bit different. But what I love about the love that is born upon us is the one that we get to create through commitment and determination. That your family that you are creating is worth living for. Only you can work towards ending the toxicity that threatens to poison us all.

Can There be Contentment in Just Being a Housewife?

I knew it would take time to adjust to each others habits and likes. Some days though there just seems to be a genuine lack of appreciation for all that I do. Those days make me drag my feet a lil longer. I still get it done because it boils down to a sense of pride for me and a sanitary environment for my son.