luck biscuits

once upon a time a dear friend rodney used the term " luck biscuit" to describe a dear friend neda. they both laughed and smiled, giggled about the beauty and synchronicity they witnessed within each other's lives. wow. so many roads, so many paths, leading to one precious moment. a biscuit full of luck.

luck.
don't know if i believe in the word. but so many use it to describe the good things. the great things that come along our paths.

pshh. to give luck all the credit takes the very essence away. i believe we are all here as a result of decisions made. everyday, hour, minute we choose to view our worlds in a particular way.

a smiling child i have always been.
i guess being an optimist/gigglist :one who always laughs inside, since the good ole days has made my time here sweet. after getting used to it, its hard to taste the bitter, when i do my first reaction is to spit.

i feel really special to have inspired the phrase "luck biscuit" to me it means my life has positively reinforced what is in my heart...so much so that others view me to be "lucky".
well, that being the case i've decided the importance of constantly observing the unfolding of me: life is a constant decision, an ebb and flow of events through which one's path unfolds.
i want to remember always, the strengths built through breaking past the moments of ebb, the roses smelled along the way, and the ones i love whom have helped to bring me to this point of departure: a life full of luck biscuits.

my first thanks:

rodney white.
i luv me some rodney.
this man is full of the most amazing metaphors for any, every, you name it situation. he has truly added to my quality of life through his observations and his amazing ability to speak on them. this is one wise man i am a luck biscuit to call my friend.