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…so halloween is not my favorite holiday. in fact, we’ve never celebrated it in any way.
but, this year we decided to buy a ton of candy and make it more of an outreach thing…
so, i stuffed 80 or so bags with bags of candy (and little cards about C3).
now i’m waiting…
i’m just hoping for a few kids…in their cute costumes…and little smiling faces.
80 bags…
still waiting.
keeping the light on…
peace.
The sun is shining! It may only be for a little while, since there’s still a storm out there - but, for now, it’s shining!!!
We went to go get coffee…that’s coming to an end soon, since we’ve ordered an espresso machine (to save money - budgets, you know…blah, blah, blah)…so we decided we will get coffee a few more times ’til it arrives. Of course, I got the largest size and didn’t really drink it on the trip home because it was so hot. Then, pulling into the driveway - the unthinkable happened - I know better than to pick up hot coffee by the lid, but I hadn’t had my caffeine yet so…Yep! I spilled the whole thing - GONE - and all over myself, Byron, and the car…did I mention it was HOT!!!
I cried - I did. I rarely really cry…but, I cried!
But, as horrendous as that was, the whole way home I had closed my eyes and let the sun shine right on my face. So, even minus my over-priced latte, I’m good. (Happy Me! )
Sunshine just changes everything…it makes the “horrendous” moments okay. It can make any day a happy, sunshiny day.
So, Happy Wednesday to you. And even if things go wrong (like your love affair with jacked-up java going terribly awry), I hope you get a little sunshine on your face and heart - it’s like a whispered hug - it can help make those times okay…
Have a “sunshiny” day! 
Peace out.
I had so many plans today - since I thought I was on the mend. But, I guess I pushed a little too hard yesterday…so I had to move more slowly than I had planned this morning.
I tried to take some photos of my songbirds - they were so lovely - but by the time I got my camera and got close enough, they were hiding among the trees just out of range of my lens. I need a bigger lens!
But watching them was still a joy.
Lunch with Amanda and Leigh Ann was also wonderful. It’s nice to have friends that don’t expect…anything from you - you can just be you - whatever that means.
The sun came out for a little while today - it was so uplifting! There’s a storm coming toward South Florida, so it’s been unusually windy and gray…I love the fall, but I miss the sun so much when it’s gray even for a couple of days. As much as I dream of snow, it’s a blessing to live somewhere where the sun shines almost all of the time.
So, it’s a pleasant Tuesday - thanks to all of the pleasant things around me - good friends, loving family, my songbirds, roses, a lovely salad, Advil, and being able to take my time getting ready for the day…Pleasantville.
It’s a nice place to live.
Peace.
Being a poet and melancholy (in the larger half of my personality), I’m often drawn to the beautiful…yet somber. My love of Shakespeare is no exception. Of course, I love the romantic and beautiful things he wrote - but, still, my favorite is solemn and foreboding. I’ve loved it since my early teens, and now as an adult I still love it…but desire for it not to be true of me. Still, it’s breathtaking in it’s poetry and rhythm - Here it is:
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.”
The last line “full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.” reminds me of 1 Corinthians 13 where it speaks of eloquent speech and “tongues of men and angels”, but no love. Without love we are nothing but “clanging symbols”.
So, we avoid being relegated to insignificance by one thing: LOVE. Shakespeare wrote a lot about love, but often seemed cynical about people’s ability to really live in love…I guess all poets can be given to that.
I pray I will not become so cynical. I pray I will live in love so that at the end of my time on “the stage” of life, I will have not spent my time speaking of beautiful things…clanging, but not loving - and, in the end, “signifying nothing”.
Love wins. Love wins. Love wins…
Peace.
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