Ground Control

I woke this morning and that is a real PLUS.  Wonder how many people in this old world really wake from their slumber and realize what a PLUS it is?  That is just my mind pondering the complexities of life.  So with the name of this Blog being GROUND CONTROLL  and the category Crafts and More it seems that the More is a loaded front end as I endeavor to reach out talk about and share the space or spaces created by a web presence I guess I will be adding some slivers of  yesterday, emotion and even a bit of understanding.  When we think about physical age we sometimes feel either way behind or way ahead when in truth we are just where we aught to be.  A statement I am sure most of us have heard before, but bears repeating goes like this yesterday is gone, tomorrow my never come, so live in the present that is why it is called a gift.  The  verbage is not exactly as I heard it, but as my mind has accepted it.  Some years ago I became friends with a wonderful  very attractive, talanted, humerous lady about 10 year younger than I.  She could tell jokes even better than me and I was pretty darn good at turning a phrase.  Need-less-to-say we became very close friends and shared good times and bad times and so many learning experiences.  I grew up in a family that threw their arms around you to welcome you to their homes or say good by or comfort you when you were down  (Bundles of Aunts Uncles and Cousins) so as you can imagine I was arms open wide to friends as well.  My friend on the other hand had a very different difficult life and childhood.  Several year into our friendship she pushed away from one of my open arm wonderous hugs and astounded me with don’t you know that hugs are not warm precious things to everyone?  Dumbfoundedly, I guess thats a word, I looked at her in shock. She was angry with an anger I had not seen before and as I fought back tears in shock she said “I had to learn to hug and accept hugs to be like other folks.  In front of people my Mom would use hugs as warnings that I was gonna get it later and with her arm around me pinch me so hard that the next day I would have a big bruise and indeed I would get it later”.  From the age of six all she wanted to do was get away or die even tried at seven or eight to do exactly that DIE, by taking all the iron vitamin tablets that she could swollow, laid down with her hands crossed expecting she would not wake up, but morning came and so did the harsh repremands from her loving mother.  I share this story not to shock or stir guarded memories, but to say you can never really know the inner core or understand the manipulation or devistation that small or seemingly small things can have in the lives of those around us.  So as I woke today I thankfully accepted the GIFT and began to contemplate a craft project to share.  I had no idea I would get into this MORE stuff, but out it came.  Guess I’ll change this catagory and get to the embroidery/craft stuff tomorrow.