HOW ARE YOU DOING. . .
I know a lot of you have been asking what I think or more pertinently
direction on what to do, I mean s p e c i f i c a l l y
WHAT TO DO
coming from a scary, dark place of fear
And as much as I wish I could you the
A
B
C
steps for you to do NEXT
I am instead offering up a host of not so pretty or in orderly fashioned
UP-CHUCKING’S
(literally)
If there was ever a picture that kind of sums up what your head and gut feels like these past couple of days, maybe it’s a Snow Globe that’s literally been upended. . .
So many people have reached out through texts, phone calls, pop in visits not knowing what to think or do and NO. . . I don’t have, nor am I offering up any magical, abracadabra special
thoughts or answers, but like a lot of you some very honest,
“I DON’T KNOW’S. . .
A N D
some of these random flavored Life Savers
A N D
A N D
A N D
A N D
A N D
When I was going through a drive through Starbucks on
Wednesday morning there was a car in front of me
who paid for my cup of much needed Grande Blonde Roast Coffee
ACCIDENT
COINCIDENT
DIVINE INTERVENTION
One of the darkest places in our house
(my basement bathroom, and yes, I have bookshelves in there)
reminds me
(if I notice)
THE DARKEST PLACES
HOLD THE MOST GLORIOUS LIGHTS
Carve out a space
where YOUR LIGHT
can be lit
where YOUR LIGHT
can flicker away Darknesses
where YOUR LIGHT
can glow and enlighten
where YOUR LIGHT
can be seen and shared
because YOUR LIGHT
creates an Enlightenment
Anytime
Anywhere
I want to be
An Extended Hand
A hearing Ear
A Reasoning Refuge
Who Cares
instead of complaining
always looking for an easier way
to shrug my shoulders
frown my brow
grump apathetically,
“Who Cares?”
I choose to be better
and I invite you to help me
because that’s what gives me
H O P E
a hope I just don’t want to have
but can’t help but to share
DEAR HEARTS
This is what we get to choose
A casting of a vote for
H O P E
A vote for Peace
A vote for Love and Loving
as we are reminded of the powerful words of the poet Dinos Christianopoulus:
“THEY TRIED TO BURY US. THEY DIDN’T KNOW WE WERE SEEDS”
Please, even as you forgive these hodge podge of
UP-CHUCKINGS
. . .come Grow with me
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