I smiled back at her. I thought such awful thoughts that I cannot even say them out loud because they would make Jesus want to drink gin straight out of the cat dish. [Anne Lamott, Traveling Mercies: Some Thoughts on Faith]
I’ve been feeling something like this for some time Now. I hesitated long BEfore selecting this quote to bounce off of this morning. I have had some really awful thoughts. Some of them I canNOT even think about thinking about. They are that awful.
I wonder a lot about the power of my thoughts. I sincerely and deeply BElieve our thoughts BEcome the “things” of our lives. Mine surely have carved out an interesting existence. When Gracie and I are out in the mornings, I spend a lot of time watching thought bubbles in my birdbrain.
Yesterday I tried this tamarindo [I think the name is something like that] juice at the Farmer’s Market. I gave the guy a $10 and he gave me back $17. I knew it when I got home BEcause I knew exactly how much I had had in my wallet.
I no more thought about keeping it than I would think to intentionally hurt someone. Still, it will BE on my mind until next Friday, when I can return it to him.
I love you, Currie