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A writing, untitled, inspired by a feed
In times of doubt, I turn inward to reestablish relation to my own heart. It helps to seek gratitude for very small things. Slow down, breathe, talk to my heart. Say sweet things to it. That beat just keeps beating all to keep me here breathing. So I thank it. I smile I look to the sky. Perhaps a sweet bird will catch my eye. I sit with gratitude in my heart for these small moments and remember. Everything really is okay. I thank my heart for another day. Then I take notice when the universe responds with a smile that's kind. I'm grateful again, everything is just fine.
Whole volumes could be
Whole volumes could be written in elaboration and explication of the wisdom---the profound, spiritual, cosmic wisdom---that us contained in this poem.
Starward
I talk to sonic-
My little blue car - coo for him to speed up, but he still takes off like a herd of turtles.
"We are, Each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another." -Luciano De Crescenzo
Sounds Idyllic
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I rode in a car to go get my jab this morning - things taken for granted. It was exciting! I saw the Detroit River from Cobo Hall renamed the TCF center. The sun on the water (and ice) was spectacular. Shot site beginning to hurt, touching band aid is very tender underneath. Realized, oh shock of shocks! Not a cure, which I knew, but prevents infection in those who do not have the disease ONLY. I wondered why people were still dying - mask up, stay c-19 free (if that is a real possibility). Enjoy the moments Jess. I am.
~S~
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