Some of us are happy
enjoying all we see;
we smile at silver snowdrops
that glisten from a tree.
Our outlook may be fuzzy Continue reading
Losing Control – X Rated
How often do you let go of your emotions?
If you could lighten up a bit, would you let yourself laugh more?
Or cry more?
I used to lose control – emotionally – when I was younger, and thus was embarrassed many times, particularly back when I didn’t have the discipline we “adults” are expected to display.
I cringe when I recall times I’ve “lost it,” so to speak.
Movies are a prime example.
Before I knew myself better, I’d watch movies that destroyed me. I’m reluctant to give an example, but since I’m trying to lose control a bit, here goes… Continue reading
Love Shenanigans
Shenanigans – silly or high-spirited behavior; mischief.
One of my blogging buddies told on himself right before Christmas – his wife likes her holiday decorations just a “certain way,” but this year, while she was working late, he put up the Santa Clauses and angels, the holly and trimmings, his way, before she came home.
Expecting a reprimand when she walked through the door, he was greeted instead with relief and a huge hugging thanks.
A successful shenanigan!
I commented on heylookawriterfeller’s blog that his shenanigan was successful because his wife loved him.
He commented back that “Love is all about putting up with shenanigans.”
I replied, “Love IS shenanigans.”
And then immediately I heard angelic harp music in the background of my brain as goose bumps traveled up my spine, and my soul got hit with an ‘aha’ moment. Continue reading
Sailing Over Speed Bumps
I’m going to make a confession right here, in cyber space, where all can read and perhaps laugh at me, or maybe, worse, feel a bit sorry for me.
I have never raced over a speed bump.
Ever.
I’ve never even thought to make it an option – to thumb my nose and not slow down at those ridiculously annoying concrete bumps that are put there to, uh huh, s l o w u s down. Continue reading
Enduring the Snow Globe
Photo by Susan Licht (http://lichtyears.com/)
When I think about it, I realize that I could be in a worse place.
Like Siberia. Or Algeria.
Actually, maybe Algeria is nice. I’m not sure, but I know it’s a heck of a lot warmer than this stretch of New England marshland in mid-winter at 1:32 p.m. Continue reading
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