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“Blasted, pulling beast,” Nia grumbled. “Should have come with a Worker’s Compensation policy.”
Playful crinkles danced across Calliope’s face. “Henny… or, Thalia?”
“RICE,” Thalia read. “Rest. Ice. Compression. Elevation. Less than twenty-four hours since the in-siii-dent — and — I swear I can feel Typist’s muscle fibers knitting themselves back together!”
There are two ways to live your life.
One is as though nothing is a miracle.
The other is as though everything is a miracle.
~ Albert Einstein
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Oh, and I love the blasted beast reference (Calliope’s crinkles), toward Thalia! That wasn’t lost on me... 😂🤣😂
“There are two ways to live your life.
One is as though nothing is a miracle.
The other is as though everything is a miracle.”
~Albert Einstein
This👆🏼is how I choose to live... as an earth artist, I collect things that I then assemble into works of art. The things I collect are sticks, twigs, leaves, flowers, berries, and seed pods.
I have recently become fascinated with what happens to seed pods when they dry out because many of them create a violent explosion to cast their contents onto what I’m sure they hope will be fertile soil. Were I not a collector of such things, I wouldn’t know this. One of the most violent of the pods has been milkweed, which Typist spoke of in one of her posts... Or maybe I “imagined” it, which is another benefit of all my creativity...
My imagination is on fire with infinite possibilities about all kinds of different things awaiting me in the second half of my life...
No midlife crisis here! I’m not buying into that myth!
Instead, I’m buying into the “Miracle of Midlife!”
#Grateful