If I
expected
I'd know it,
Then address that perception without accusing
you of withholding.
If you feel an imbalance in giving, I suggest
explore that and free yourself from seeking guilt or assigning blame for the
pain of it.
It does not to dwell on such noxious mental
fumes, clouding affection for the freshness of feeling welcomed.
When you reach out, I am glad for the gift of
presence; for it validates a momentary opinion of guessing correctly.
How delicious that can be, since everything
is moving; when all is prone to shift position; for just a flittering
chance, I caught....a glimpse...of my hopes delight.
She's near, uniquely her.
The day begins
fresh, unfilled with concerns; ripe with possibilities.
The
gas company owning the easement rights over my back property plants little
yellow flags in the ground to alert them to dangers lying below the surface;
providing guidance during their digging effort to avoid
calamity.
Sometimes each of us seeks help in
those little things that can show us how to arrive at our assigned goals.
A whispered
"I'm thinking of you"
can be
as uplifting as a roaring crowd of fans during a contest of prowess.
Sharing faith can instill us to find
the hero within.
So tiger, sick 'em.
Maybe I'm being way too introspective for a Monday...I
mean, cripes we're only starting the week, in the wake of Mother’s Day!
I'm a
sip at your leisure sort of experience don't you know.
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