I’m 99.9% positive her high school notes are boxed up and tucked away in my attic, patiently waiting, waiting, waiting. We were bffs back then so the reading of our joy and angst and silly and confused through her eyes would be quite entertaining. And now that I’m thinking about it, we really should have …
The awesome song with it’s spot-on lyrics, True Colors, has been dancing around my brain these days, which is waaaaaay ok by me ’cause ♥ It’s a goodie ♥ & given the surreal circumstances we are living, with Covid-19 continuing it’s lurk, the words true colors are beautiful are truly touching home & I wonder … …
& so, we walk (The Share). And incredibly turtle-like we started back in March when the Cardio 3 regimen he had !! just now !! started was brought to a screeching halt by the beast called Corona & ok. WHAT to do ?? HOW to do ?? we pondered. Gaining strength was the main focus …
We walk every morning & consider yourself lucky !! I chuckle, ’cause this Land of Happy we tread upon was once my sacred place of ! ME ! where !! alone !! I would long ago solo step, step, step, surrounded in a great, big, glorious bubble of shhhh shhhhh But alas, those days have become few …
Maybe it’s your negativity, selfishly winning, endlessly having your way. Because try as I might to daily, desperately shoo, shoo, shoooo !! it off, hunkered in humph, you continually remain. Oh, child. Stubborn, stubborn child. Or maybe it’s your words, tossed around so carelessly. Hurtful here, ugly there, shared with effortless callous. Darts of hate aimed …
As I was going about my biz the other evening, I crossed paths with a worm. Yep. A worm. There he was, slow and not so steadily inching around on the 90+ degree sidewalk, trying to make his way to wherever. And I gotta tell ya, my heart instantly detoured to mushy-mush as compassion took …
Boom, pop, whirly and wooooo as I’ve never heard before happened throughout my community last night & ! ! ! ! ! say what you will about fireworks, seems you either love them or hate them. They fill you with glee or annoy. But from my little ‘ol view on the back porch I call …
Truth be told ? I feel as if I’m repeating and recycling and randomly roaming, lost in a self-induced circle of ugh. The words that usually flow so doggone easily are CLUNK, stopped still in their tracks & hmmm. At first, I figured it was social media with it’s endless negativity and extremely loud crickets, …
She mentioned it in passing, a Hey ! Before we hang up, I just gotta tell you ! as she went on to describe her 2-year-old granddaughter’s scrunched up with compassion face each time they cozy up and read, TearDrop, Yep. My TearDrop ♥ & since the moment Sister shared her words, the priceless, precious …