The beauty is the marking the passage of time with words. Included in that wonderment is the beauty of time itself, it continues to pass whether you're ready to go with it or not & things just tend to get...better. It reminds me of the wise words from 2 wise women in my life. My mother always says when things get rough to go to sleep, "when you wake up you'll feel better." That's truth. I'm sorry, I
The 2nd wise woman in my life is my grandmother, my precious Doris. While perusing old writings I came across 1 of her sayings, "Don't major in minors." POW! All upside my head. Thanks G-ma!! You know they say God is good
Last week I looked like this
This week, I feel more like this (though it's early yet...)
...but minus the 2 questionable brothers. If that were really me in the picture, they wouldn't have no room for me on their team no way, so there's no disrespect in my imaginings without them, per se. The concept remains the same. To soar, without coming to this planet/realm with wings, there must be someone/s to provide the lift. I've got my family, my friends, & apparently even my own words to help me get air.
That feels good.
Watch me move.