Fireworks

I'm not going to lie. 
(Decoded: Yes, sometimes I do).  I don't mean to lie, but sometimes we all lie, a little, mostly to ourselves, as a way to cope with life and with our own internal conscience.  You know, that little voice that keeps us decent...that keeps us from becoming someone we don't want to be...sometimes we just lie.

At any rate, I feel like being truthful with myself today...and the truth is that sometimes life is not so beautiful. Or at least, it's hard to see it for what it is independent of our own interception with it. In fact, there are times when it is difficult to get up and act alive or interact with anyone.  It is in these times that I envision myself turning into a rock and just being blown away with the current of a river or something forceful that will take all control and decision making from my reach.

It's so painful to face yourself, who you really are and be content with something less than perfect.  But that is what we are afterall, something completely imperfect.  So, as I was saying, sometimes life just sucks and things don't feel so wonderful. This is how I felt Sunday.  I felt so out of it. I spent most of the day silently complaining to myself about a gazillion things I haven't done or finished, or things that aren't right with my life, and in the midst of my moodiness I ended up getting into an argument with my hubby.  I don't know if he was out of it too, but we were both less than willing to meet halfway and move on.  We were upset with eachother pretty much all day.  All our plans for the day got ruined, and there we were.  But by the time the evening came around...things just got a whole lot better.

I've never been a big fourth of july fan.  Particularly living in Arizona.  A State full of racism and bigotry.  With time, one can't help but to become pretty cynical about "patriotism." Anyway, celebrating "The United States of America," isn't exactly one of my priorities. 

But as I said, given that we were out of plans, we decided to go for a drive and see if we could find something to eat.  We ended up driving up to Warren, where the streets were filled with families, their children, and many lawn chairs.  Bright eyes of the young and old were anxiously staring at the skies and excitedly awaiting the fireworks. 

It was then, at that moment, that I stepped outside my mind and realized that despite reality, it's still worth it to be like those in the streets of Warren, it's still worth it to keep on waiting for the fireworks...it's part of what makes us human, to hope and to get happy and to celebrate, i don't know how many actually celebrate "America," my theory is that they were celebrating life, and the reason or the meaning was irrelevant...there would be fireworks...and there would be beauty and fun that day...even if for a moment

so we joined the crowds...we got tickets to watch a baseball game that would commence after the fireworks, bought some nachos and a sprite, and we sat in the darkness, on the grass of the baseball field (right field) waiting for the fireworks...

the stars shined above playing in and out with the beatiful colors of fire in the sky, and for an instant-nothing interrupted that moment in time...my heart felt so content...there in the company of my husband, i sat watching and smiling..and not thinking, finally..i felt, once again, at home

i'm not going to lie, sometimes life feels awful...
it most likely is...
but when you least expect it, if you open your eyes, something steps in to remind you, that it will be okay, and that there are always reasons we can make up to celebrate and love life all over again.  there will always be a pile of to do's and a sea of uncertainty and self-doubt..but that's perfectly okay too, our struggles are the fireworks of our lives...

i dont know...maybe our problems and their collisions, are just like the ones that shine with magic..and maybe someone or something out there is smiling and laughing and thinking that there is beauty and fun to be found where we don't see it...

Coffee & Laundry

The Coffee Shop & Laundromat
1326 West Highway 92, Bisbee, AZ 85603

It's not the books on every nook & corner,

It's not the wide array of magazines,

No, not even the pretty yellow flowers in the entry

Nor the deli & home baked pastries

It's definitely not the worn out linoleum floors

Nor the fresh scent of lavender and clean linens

No, it's not that.

            ......It's the colors.

Yes, I think so.

It's the bright orange tables...

And the vibrant turquoise on the walls!

It's precisely that...

Just another reminder that this is no ordinary

coffee shop...its a laundromat & coffee shop,
    and more importantly, it's so Bisbee...