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Sometimes life throws you a curve ball, and sometimes it feels like you're standing in a batting cage dodging the automated pitching machine.
On March 27 my husband was in a rollover accident that totaled our vehicle, leaving him relatively unscathed but for a few minor bumps and bruises. He was driving from Elko, Nevada to Boise, Idaho and was approximately 60 miles from home when a drunk man chasing a kitten (that was the man's story, anyway) ran onto the road. It was 9:00 p.m., dark, raining, and the man was dressed in a black shirt and jeans. My husband said the man jumped onto the road 20 feet in front of our car, so my husband swerved, hit the ditch with his passenger side front tire, and rolled our vehicle four times at 70 MPH until it came to rest on its top. He was suspended upside-down by his seatbelt, so when he released it he landed on his head and backed his way out through the shattered driver's side window.
Seat belts DO save lives; there is no doubt in my mind that he would be dead right now if he hadn't been wearing one.
One week later to the day and hour, as we still reeled about how this change was affecting our lives (we live in Boise, Idaho and my husband works in Elko, Nevada, 265 miles away, and the totaled vehicle was his commuter car), my best friend's 28-year-old son, Jordan, her only child, passed away after a two-year battle with cancer. It was a devastating blow, and one I'll not recover from anytime soon. Jordan was beautiful inside and out, and attending his wake on Saturday April 12 was the saddest day of my life, but I smiled when I saw the diverse crowd: teenagers to octogenarians, black, white, hispanic, Asian, gay, straight, rich, poor, and everything in between. Jordan was love, and he was loved in return.
Benjamin Franklin once said, "The only things certain in life are death and taxes." That may not be entirely true, but they're two of very few guarantees you get in this life. You never know how much time you've got, or how much time your loved ones have. Cradle your children's heads and kiss their hair, stroke your significant other's face and express your love openly, honestly, and without reservation. Be thankful for each and every moment you have with them, and say a little prayer of gratitude for your life.
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The following is in response to "Pictorial Pastiche" :
Quick-Quill  writes, "Journaling or blogging are two things that stop me cold. My response is; I comment/respond to Facebook posts (sometimes lengthy dialogues) and here on WDC. I find I have nothing to say of any meaning in a daily journal. I've tried but I look at it and think, 'Who cares?' There are times when I've seen people reading something from the past and think, 'They probably thought the same thing I do. Who cares that today the bread didn't rise because it rained/was muggy or I forgot it? Does anyone what to know the dog dragged a wounded skunk all over the field and we couldn't catch him. Nor did we want to?' Who would care that I made cookies from a recipe handed down by her mother and given to me by a friend who was precise how I made them? Is this a journal/blog? I guess it is. There I did it." I understand your apprehension about daily journaling, but art journaling is a completely different form of expression. I encourage you to watch the embedded video in my last Spiritual Newsletter. If you decide to give it a whirl, please send me a pic of your first completed page so I can include it in next month's newsletter. 
QueenOwl ~ A New Day Dawns  writes, "Hi Shannon. What an inspiration I'm so glad I'm subscribing to your newsletter. Let me tell you. I can not write fiction because I have no creativity in making up a story from my head. I write non-fiction out of my life's experiences. I have started a journal but have not updated it on a daily basis. I might try your suggestion when I can find the time. Thanks for sharing your nuggets of creativity." Thank you! I'm glad you found the newsletter helpful, and please let me know if/when you try art journaling. I'd love to know what you think. 
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