Words heard..Windows open..Light
overshadows..Peace abounds..Today’s page..Thin parchment..Acrobat rhythm..Cassette
plays..New crayon..Fresh canvass..Dominate life..Own will..Sing now..External
space..Expanding time..Universe seeks..Presidential ascension..One source
..Know who..Twin self..Exemplify
excellence..No cursing..Calm blood..Two paths..One flow..Our stream..Yet
unknown..Diamonds reign..Gap standing..Stairs transcend..Pregnant mind..Push
hard..Breathe slow..No spoon..Immortal Believer..Eteos Logos~
After reading my (Bestie) LilOne’s
scribe I felt immediately compelled to answer her call to join her, in
old-timey-tag-team fashion I wrote the above in response. One of the many reasons I started blogging
again is to get myself into the habit of writing again –writing anything- on a
consistent basis. Furthermore, my intent
is to become more consistent in general..so what better way than to document
this new journey as it’s unfolding –yeah?
Elsewhere..a friend of mine has
been in the hospital for a few days having seriously injured himself in an
accident, but hadn’t gotten any visitors; so I figured I’d stop by TGIF and
grab some real food that I would want someone to smuggle in for me, should I
become an unfortunate patient..steak and ribs baby. Problem is he badly bruised several of his
organs, including his kidney and cannot process solid foods! WFH is it to have
made such a silly mistake as to not ask him if he’s hungry (simply assuming I
would be in his case) all in the name of wanting to surprise him. Oh well **sigh**
So here I am, twelve hours later;
and I’m licking the Jack Daniel’s sauce from my fingers as \ peruse fb. I was awakened again at 3:00am to pray for
the 2nd time this week. I am
so thrilled for the opportunity, just a bit overwhelmed with the deep desire of
being used coming to fruition.
In closing..I will expound on
this further at a later date I’m sure; but for now, I just read what my
BBG&BBB (baby girl and baby boy) wrote in my Passion Planner. I had started asking people to sign it kind
of like a yearbook with something encouraging or whatever for me to look at on “down
days” (which this isn’t btw)..I shed tears of love and joy over their words
about my place in their lives. I am an
only child, and do not plan on having any children, thus virtually adopted my
aunt’s children, having partially raised them when they lived here in my house
with me, including a year living with me when I had my 2nd place in
Houston, TX. So I consider them to be my
legacy, and who will remember me when I am no longer walking about in this Life’s
earth suit. I love them as my own, and
miss them terribly, as we all lead very busy lives. I ask the Universe to send them Light and
Love until I see them again.
Hi there! I must admit, the poem is lost on me. I enjoyed reading how you brought sanity (and food!) to your friend in the hospital. And the role of your aunt's children in your lives - and they in yours. I love the idea of the Passion Planner!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for the feedback FMF! I'm just gonna start the acronym thing because my endearing nickname for you is too long to write out for every salutation. I appreciate your dropping by~
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