True Story

It’s been a right crazy week
and I will now tell you about last night:

Last night, Plum was sick, all night long.  She spent a full eight hours howling or pooping or doing both at the same time.  I didn’t sleep a wink and I had the responsibility of cleaning everything up this morning.

I was feeling downright depressed by noon.
I went to the post office.
I took myself out for lunch.
While lunching, I wrote one of my best friends a letter and told her all about it.
When I looked over what I had written, it all seemed so funny to me! I laughed out loud, where I sat, alone at my bistro table.

Then, to really cheer myself up, I went out and bought a new houseplant.
Jasmine.
When I walked past it in the nursery, one of its tendrils grabbed my hair and I knew I had to take it home with me.  Additionally, it smelled so dang blasted good, it would have been sinful to have left it behind.
Sin.
Full.
Now, despite the horror of last night and this morning, I have wings on my heels.
Sometimes we take everything so seriously.
The moments in time that we find so blindingly affecting and stressful are mere drops of water in the oceans that are our lifetimes.  Sometimes those things that stir us up and make us blue are nothing, in the grand scheme of things.

So.
Put your wings back on your heels.
And fly.
Don’t let anything pin you down.
That’s what I did.
xx


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I’ve owned these mustard tights for over two years and just today I put a big snaggle in them, is that a great lifespan for a set of tights or WHAT???


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The world smells so amazing right now!
I’ve shut my mouth and resorted to 
nose breathing because I don’t want to 
squander a single opportunity to smell 
the squelch and hum of nectar on the breeze.


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Who’s going camping this weekend?