The Scampering Horse

Grocery Shopping. It's that thing with carts. If I ever end up living on the street, you can bet I'll have a grocery cart or two. This is my shopping buddy, and photographer. I am a privileged white lady who lives in America. It is so obvious by how I gather my food. It kind of makes me feel guilty. I've managed to escape mom pinterest guilt, woman working/not-working guilt, Mormon guilt. Lots of guilts have passed me by. Not grocery guilt. Food and money brings it out. Grocery stores have it all. Grocery shopping brings out the raw and emotional state. "Who am I?" is answered many times over with the food selections I make. You are what you put in your cart. The universe is taunting me with its transaturated, artificially flavored prepackaged deliciousness. "Put me in your cart. I'm on sale." Every time I do it, they win. By they, I mean the transfat overly processed universe. Get thee hence, universe! Does this look familiar? I don

There are two sides to service. We hear about one side, the serving others part. This is about the other side. The being served side. I am a religious person. A woman of Christian faith. So, this post will be in the context of that faith. I have heard all my life about trying to be like Jesus. Serve as he does. Be kind as he is kind. Reach out to others. See the need and fulfill it. I believe in service. I believe serving others helps make my world bigger, opens my heart, and feel love for those around me. I also believe that much good has happened when I allow others to serve me. It makes my world bigger. It opens my heart. It helps me feel love for those around me. There is a beautiful story in Luke of a woman who came into Jesus and washed his feet with her tears. Then she dried his feet with her own hair, kissed his feet with her lips, and rubbed oil on them. Jesus let her wash his feet. He could have washed them himself. She used what she had, and he allowed it. She had