Writing comes easy to me. I started writing when I was 9. I wrote a poem about a Tiger. I got Continue reading
But, I have a real problem with ACCEPTING things. Gifts, compliments, random acts of other people’s kindness.
Someone thanked me for something I did 20 years ago. Something I do not even remember.
I collect feathers and lavender, designer vintage handbags and boy, oh boy, do I collect random people
a simple Namaste-style salute that says “You’re weird. But, gosh, so are all of us!”
It was the kind of morning when my coffee was medicinal rather than recreational.
How will you know when you have found ME? Ah, that’s the easy part…
I finally let up the espionage to take a walk along the beach. She called back at me “Lady, you dropped something”.