My Happy Place
This has been a long, difficult, and rather painful week, full of bitter pills to swallow, more tears than I care to admit, lessons that I learned a long ago but chose to forget until now, and new insights into the world and the people in it that I would rather not have gained.
I don’t do well with turmoil, it tends to set me into a tailspin and I lose any semblance of Zen-like mojo, not to mention wisdom and composure, that I have!
I like beautiful things, kind people, soft memories and the small joys of a simple life, so in times like these I remind myself of a little song from a story, “The Best Nest” by P.D. Eastman, that I used to read to my children before they got too old for such things:
We're two out of shape old reprobates from Arizona who beleive that life is too short to sit at home and grow old quietly so we turned our little Toyota Tacoma, Idgie, into a wandering adventure fort, loaded up the dogs, and headed out in search of empty roads and wild places to explore.
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