RACHEL LEE

Fear has run my life for far too long. But.. Fear is fiction.

So, I’ve basically been afraid of so many things that aren’t even happening.

Fear is the root of lost opportunities. Faith is the root of endless opportunities.

So, Why have I allowed Fear to fuel my day to day, when all I’ve ever needed to drive down even the rockiest of roads was FAITH?

Faith in myself was All I needed All along.

I know my true worth and potential.

I intend to relax and anticipate all the wonderful things on the horizon. 

No longer will I allow Fear to exist in my reality, because the things I used to Fear are not real things at all.

-R. Lee

Sunday Morning’s Response to Saturday Evening’s Activities..

The Purpose:

Sometimes, you have to completely forget about it, to actually find it.

Please, let’s just go on an adventure..

No plan. No rules. Just chaos. 

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“DRAG ME AWAY”

..I could barely make out a vaguely familiar song playing on the twice-removed stereo cassette player. Seconds later, I realized it was “Wild Horses,” by The Rolling Stones.

Ah yes. Burning memories slowly began brimming over, like hot lava barreling down the side of a volcano, peeling back every crusted scab along the way. Planted under each scab, an infectious abscess patiently waiting to climax, yearning to violently ejaculate its poisonous smegma.

Affectless, I stretched out my needle poked arm and “upped” the volume.  Lounging back on the worn cloth covered seat of my grandfather’s Chevy Silverado, I muttered to myself, “This is pretty strange to hear on the way to..”

Then it hit me like a soggy wad of makeup stained tissue paper..

-Me

Buddy The Elf Makes Himself A Sandwich

Barreling through the swinging double doors, singing loud for all to hear, Buddy found himself in the brightly lit kitchen. “Oooh, I think I’ll make myself a sandwich,” he announced.

         Buddy gleefully skipped his way over to the large modern-looking refrigerator with pure excitement. Slapping his paw on the handle, he swung the refrigerator door wide open and began shuffling through the frosty items inside.

         Buddy grabbed a chilled loaf of whole wheat bread, a half used bottle of “Vermont-made” maple syrup (The kind that comes in a glass bottle), Hershey’s Chocolate Syrup, Hood whipped cream, a Roma tomato, and a fairly new package of Boar’s Head Low-Salt Ham cold-cuts. He then bounced over to the kitchen table to unload his chilly treasures. Without missing a beat, Buddy zipped on over to the cupboard where the miscellaneous non-refrigerated items were kept. He opened the cupboard and abducted a Hefty paper plate, a plastic butter knife, a un-opened bag of multi-colored marshmallows and a tightly sealed jar of M&M’s.

Returning to the table, he released a sigh saturated with anticipation. He was now ready to construct his tasty sandwich.

Dragging the heavy wooden chair from the table, Buddy cringed at the screeching sound it made sliding across the linoleum floor.  With a light curtsy, he sat down and began creating his masterpiece.

         Grinning uncontrollably, the hungry elf began removing the twist-tie from the bag of whole wheat bread. Then he retrieved two perfectly sized slices and carefully laid them on opposite ends of the Hefty plate. The moist aroma of the freshly packaged bread filled the sun-soaked kitchen like a musky perfume fills the bedroom of a single mother on “girl’s night out.”

         Next Buddy opened the glass bottle of maple syrup, and splattered a generous amount across both slices of bread. Like a toddler unable to color in the lines, he ended up with more syrup on his plate and the table than on the bread itself. He closed the bottle, put it aside, and reached for the Roma tomato and plastic butter knife. Lucky for him, the fairly ripened tomato had been refrigerated and was therefore crisp enough to be sliced with a plastic knife. Like a professional chef, he properly held the tomato with his left hand and successfully sliced it into five semi-even slices on the bare table. Placing the knife down to the right of the tomato slices, he used his right hand to carefully slide the end pieces towards the middle of the table, leaving a streaky trail of rosy juice. Humming merrily, Buddy plucked the remaining slices from the table, and formed a triangle on one of the sticky halves of bread.

“ Our finest Christmas ham. Rum, yum, yum, yum, yummm!” (To the tune of “The Little Drummer Boy.) He gaily sang while reaching for the package of cold-cuts. Buddy took out four slices, sealed the bag and returned it to the far left side of the round table. Breathing in the sweet smell of the ham, the caroling elf diligently folded each ham slice onto the half without tomato.

Buddy then used his teeth to open the bag of multi-colored marshmallows. “Bottoms up!” he shouted while emptying the entire bag onto his plate. The rainbow colored morsels spewed out across the table and onto the floor. The elf didn’t seem to mind this. He simply placed the empty bag to the far left side of the table and moved onto the M&Ms. He popped open the jar containing the scrumptious chocolate candies, and poured out about half onto his plate. Just like the marshmallows, several M&Ms missed the plate, falling on the floor and table. Again, this didn’t seem to faze him. He just snapped the cover back on and placed it to the far left side.

“A little for me, a little for you.” He said with a mouth full of whipped cream while swirling and twirling the nozzle above his outrageous creation. “Mmmm,” he grinned, looking a lot like a mad scientist tickled by the results of some evil experiment. All the while, globs of foamy cream were seeping out the sides of his mouth.

Now Salivating, Buddy returned the Hood bottle to the left side of the table and picked up the Hershey’s chocolate syrup, which was his last and favorite topping. After painting a charitable about of sugary sweet smelling syrup on his sandwich, he retired the bottle to the far left side of the round table.

Approving and applauding his glorious work of art, the satisfied elf lounged back in his chair, sighing. Then, in the blink of an eye, he launched himself forward, slapped the halves together and chomped down on the sloppy mess. His body tensed up, his eyes rolled back, and then he mumbled with a mouth full of candy sandwich, “Mmmm.. Heavenly!”

An excerpt from my book: As the two woman lounged together at their favorite dive bar, they bantered back and forth about the current dramas in each of their lives. A mild form of euphoria penetrated the atmosphere surrounding them. There was, however, a dollop of residual melancholy that nibbled at the back doors of their minds, trying to sneak it’s way into the common space of their consciousness. By feeding off of the pretentious, yet endearing conversation, both woman were casually avoiding “Father Loneliness.” Ray was giving Marty the recap of reading she had received earlier that day. Although she appeared to be “selling” Marty the details of the reading, in truth, Ray was attempting to convince herself that what the psychic predicted was indeed possible. She felt, by reinforcing these positive vibrations, she was essentially fueling a self-fulfilling prophecy. Underlying agendas aside, this tactic was successfully enabling that “good feeling” she was always striving for. Their were many times in Ray’s life when she questioned if real happiness actually existed. She remembered a wise man telling her that “Happiness is not a condition. Happiness is a decision.” Especially looking at the events of the past year, she found herself starting to find loads of truth in this advice.

Fear has run my life for far too long. But.. Fear is fiction.

So, I’ve basically been afraid of so many things that aren’t even happening.

Fear is the root of lost opportunities. Faith is the root of endless opportunities.

So, Why have I allowed Fear to fuel my day to day, when all I’ve ever needed to drive down even the rockiest of roads was FAITH?

Faith in myself was All I needed All along.

I know my true worth and potential.

I intend to relax and anticipate all the wonderful things on the horizon. 

No longer will I allow Fear to exist in my reality, because the things I used to Fear are not real things at all.

-R. Lee

Wasting my time is like wasting my money.. I ain’t got much of either of ‘em.

-R. Lee

Life’s reliable, People are not.

-R. Lee

You cannot control another’s actions.
You can only love them at arm’s length and watch. 

Every person is the director of their own personal movie. (Their life).

You are the director of your own movie.

They (other people) are the director of their own movies

Other people cannot direct your movie for you.

They can only be your cameramen .

You cannot be the director of another person’s movie either.

You can also only be the cameraman.

Be ONLY the cameraman during the production of loved ones’ lives. 

Let them direct their own movie.

YOU have your own movie to direct.

-R. Lee

I’m a Clever Bastard.

monkeysheinz:

“You better stay on the low, child.”

William Stout

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Listening to “The World I Know (Country Livin’)“ by The Goodie Mob on Slam: The Soundtrack