So I gathered my little things today and headed for the nearest flea market to try and make a buck. Im not sure how much I was there to make a buck and how much I was there to be where my husband wasnt. But I was there and I might add I didnt make as many bucks as I would have hoped. But even 1 buck was one more than I had when I started out. I made enough to cover my gas, the table, and buy my kids chili cheese fries.. So all in all it was a good day. I like flea marketing becuase it is an income of sorts and I can take my kids with me. I like being with my kids. They are my everything.

  While I was at the flea market I was atching the people. I tend to be more of a people watcher than interacter. So I was watching the poeple walking around having threre day and wondering how it all works. Each person, in the same environment, at the same time, same weather, looking at the same merchandise, but each having a totally different exzperience, totally different conversations, moods so.. How does it happen that so many different things can be happening all at once? How many of those children saw or heard or did something that would stick with them forever and shape the person they become. How many were breaking up, or making up, or just lost a spouse just got married, was on a first day, was announcing their pregnancy today, would be beat for looking at that man that she doesnt even remember when she gets home..

God has to be a very imaginative God, to have the intuity to create so many different characteristics in people, and then take all these individuals with their different thoughts and beliefs and life styles and put them all in a common place at the same time where they mix and mingle and not even knowing sometimes change each others lives with just a word or smile or kind or even unkind gesture. How many lives were changed to just because they were where they were at some significant moment.

Watching these people today I could have written 100 different stories about where and what and why for them. Do you ever imagine what is happening in peoples lives when you meet them on the street, why is the pregnant girl smiling when she is pregnant and only 14, why is the mom with a kid on each hip content to be the punching bag of the toothless man with empty hands and hips who is grabbing her ass in public?

Mine journey is one with alot of whys whens wheres and hows..

Tell me about your journey... what things inspire you in this topsy turvy world?  What makes you mad or curious or to put it simple what makes you, you?