The big, black snake gliding through the water at Soldier Creek creeps me out. Can't help myself though, I move closer, fascinated. The snake cuts through the water with hardly any movement at all. I am close enough to see the dull black scales across the thick back. An older man steps of the path to see. He moves sort of sideways, not blocking my view but sort of protective in a way. It's nice, not patronizing and I doubt he knows he's doing it.
The snake is hypnotic, fascinating, ugly and beautiful all at the same time.
Sometimes our days in this house can be rather antagonistic. Sometimes we five choose to fight when we could choose to play.
Sometimes twenty minutes of homework is like an emotional war fought with weapons of words.
We five can fuss so much that we are driven to shut each other out, at least for a time. Eight got plain sick of her brothers messin' her stuff up so she made a sign.
Keep Out: Girl Might be Mad or Sleeping.
Amen sister, amen. Consider yourself warned.
Reality is not always beautiful. Life is not all sweetness and light, no matter how hard we try.
Truth is ugly and beautiful all at the same time.
So are people, even the ones we love.
The ugly can point the way to the beautiful, if you have eyes to see.
At the end of the long day, you find what you are looking for.
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