I don't have a Master Plan. I'm pretty
much just winging it over here. I use
intuition, oils, chocolates, music and
my bullshit detector to get through
the day and hope for the best.
Enlightened Consciousness
My heart is heavy . . . it shouldn't be . . .
only yesterday I was beyond thrilled to
have spent a gift of time with my son.
But today is another day . . . I worry
about things . . . my daughter's surgery,
an accidental offense, seeing a bestie
from my childhood after lo these many
years.
Perhaps the sorrowful me, is who I
truly am, with a bit of joy gifted me
from time to time.
I'm pondering, thinking, obsessing . . .
70 years old and still trying to figure
things out . . . woe is me . . .
help me pray help me
where oh where to find comfort
running out of time
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