I read today’s word prompt and all I could think of was “my” song -our song. Whatever I would write about, couldn’t possibly be as good as the song lyrics to “True Companion.” So, I decided to post this song with its lyrics. And, if you are lucky as I am, and you are loved by a wonderful partner, who you love more than the sprinkles on the ice cream, then, you will understand.
OPEN and HONEST, these two words go hand in hand. You can not be honest without opening up, and you can’t be open without being honest. It’s not that easy, it takes some courage to be open and honest. You have to be prepared for destructive criticism.
I follow so many bloggers who seem to be struggling with their own identity. “I feel lost,” that’s a statement I have read over and over. It always makes me wonder what happened to them. How can you get lost, if you are always there?
When I was a little girl, I was sitting in our old apple tree. There, high up in the branches, hidden from the world I felt safe and my little world was at peace.
We all know the feeling when the rest of world around us just disappears, when we sit there in silence, in our favorite chair and we start daydreaming.
Good Morning my Worries
You are back so I see
I hope you are well rested
and ready for battle
because today I will fight you
and will kick your behind
“Health, it’s one of God’s greatest gift, but we take it for granted; yet it hangs on a thread as fine as a spider’s web and the tiniest thing can make it snap, leaving the strongest of us helpless in an instant.”
― Jennifer Worth, Shadows of the Workhouse
A Litany for Survival
For those of us who live at the shoreline
standing upon the constant edges of decision
crucial and alone
for those of us who cannot indulge
the passing dreams of choice
who love in doorways coming and going
in the hours between dawns
looking inward and outward
at once before and after
seeking a now that can breed
futures
like bread in our children’s mouths
so their dreams will not reflect
the death of ours;
Louis Amstrong was right when he sang, “What a wonderful world.” This world is a great place and we, the ones who are occupying this beautiful planet, we are blessed with being different. How boring would it be if we would all be the same?
