Thalia tapped the screen of Typist’s smartphone. “It’s frozen AGAIN!” The Muse of Wit pulled an imaginary microphone from one of her many pockets and sang, “Let it goooooo 🎶 Let it gooooo!” “Overdone.” Nia tossed a glance at Calliope. “Please make her stop.”
Love the reframe. I don't feel the victim, the hero, or the villian often (drama triangle). I also don't feel the capital H Hero often either. I'm often cruising playing my character without respect to the journey of me as the hero or adventurer or one who is overcoming. I think the world would be a lovelier place if we had more heroes overcoming.
Breaking out into song with Let it gooooo let it gooooo made me laugh. I literally knew what song you were referring to right away. I hope that you get your phone working again.
Happy T+2, Gail! And how delicious is today’s post. The annotated painting from Monty around 3mm’s launch was delightful. A perfect fit. Jack’s thoughts on his “uncle-ing” and Deb’s “aunt-ing” (Jack H’s theory of relativity) tied in with our own holiday stay with my son and his family. Sweet moments. Jack talked of hero acts which DW commented on with precision. I replied to her about community and connection.
Before all that, I had written a haiku (haikus on demand🙃). As I noticed remarks from others and opted to examine & reply, I relearned the lesson of disappearing, unfinished posts 🤷🏽. Actually an example of unlearned lessons. And the haiku has vanished. “Must not have been very sticky.”
Consolation prize? A six-worder? 😬 ⬆️
May your phone come through its checkup ready to winter in Tahiti! (where frozen phone-ness is less frequent! But 5-G speeds are less abundant.) Unhurried conversations. 🙃
FB post: “IF LIZZIE BORDON SENDS YOU A FRIEND REQUEST, DO NOT ACCEPT! She’s known hacker” 😁
I get to be an uncle again today! Our CA niece came to visit last Monday, returned home yesterday; our CA nephew (interning in DC, just 2½ hours down the road, but finishing up his semester there soon) is in PA until tomorrow. He still finds a “real autumn” fascinating, so we’re going on a trail walk this afternoon. Deb is being her happiest Aunt Debbie; I get to be the hero by helping her be that. 😊
Upon opening this love-letter and seeing the picture provided by “Monty” I broke out in raucous laughter after reading the accompanying text!
When I think of The Girls, I get all warm and fuzzy inside. I’m a big kid at heart and believe my gift to the world is my unwillingness to accept the box so many try to squeeze me into.
The only box I willingly accept is the one built by Jack and designed to put big smiles or terrified faces, depending on the scenario and level of surprise... 😂🤣😂
Anyway, let’s just say The Girls and I have a LOT in common and today’s image at the top of the love letter was a grand reminder of the many faces of BK! 😉 I have been the guy in the image looking for a girl with personality...
I have also been like Rumi... Clever one day and then realizing I could be wise and focus on myself instead, so for the last 11 months of this current cycle, that’s what I’ve done and it’s beginning to pay huge dividends as those around me are embracing the same philosophy and changing into the human beings they “CHOOSE” to be!
It’s very exciting to witness!
As I continue to embrace my inner childhood genius and become best friends with the broken four year old version of myself, the artist trapped inside continues to emerge while exploring different methods of expression. The newest opportunity looks to be illustrating and bringing some words to life with images designed to evoke emotion from potential readers... I am excited at the prospect of moving a reader from grief to gratitude with an image and my ability to channel whatever The Great Mystery shares with me...
LOL hope they can fix your iPhone.
Love the reframe. I don't feel the victim, the hero, or the villian often (drama triangle). I also don't feel the capital H Hero often either. I'm often cruising playing my character without respect to the journey of me as the hero or adventurer or one who is overcoming. I think the world would be a lovelier place if we had more heroes overcoming.
Breaking out into song with Let it gooooo let it gooooo made me laugh. I literally knew what song you were referring to right away. I hope that you get your phone working again.
Happy T+2, Gail! And how delicious is today’s post. The annotated painting from Monty around 3mm’s launch was delightful. A perfect fit. Jack’s thoughts on his “uncle-ing” and Deb’s “aunt-ing” (Jack H’s theory of relativity) tied in with our own holiday stay with my son and his family. Sweet moments. Jack talked of hero acts which DW commented on with precision. I replied to her about community and connection.
Before all that, I had written a haiku (haikus on demand🙃). As I noticed remarks from others and opted to examine & reply, I relearned the lesson of disappearing, unfinished posts 🤷🏽. Actually an example of unlearned lessons. And the haiku has vanished. “Must not have been very sticky.”
Consolation prize? A six-worder? 😬 ⬆️
May your phone come through its checkup ready to winter in Tahiti! (where frozen phone-ness is less frequent! But 5-G speeds are less abundant.) Unhurried conversations. 🙃
FB post: “IF LIZZIE BORDON SENDS YOU A FRIEND REQUEST, DO NOT ACCEPT! She’s known hacker” 😁
I get to be an uncle again today! Our CA niece came to visit last Monday, returned home yesterday; our CA nephew (interning in DC, just 2½ hours down the road, but finishing up his semester there soon) is in PA until tomorrow. He still finds a “real autumn” fascinating, so we’re going on a trail walk this afternoon. Deb is being her happiest Aunt Debbie; I get to be the hero by helping her be that. 😊
“These are indeed the days of my life!”
~Typist
Upon opening this love-letter and seeing the picture provided by “Monty” I broke out in raucous laughter after reading the accompanying text!
When I think of The Girls, I get all warm and fuzzy inside. I’m a big kid at heart and believe my gift to the world is my unwillingness to accept the box so many try to squeeze me into.
The only box I willingly accept is the one built by Jack and designed to put big smiles or terrified faces, depending on the scenario and level of surprise... 😂🤣😂
Anyway, let’s just say The Girls and I have a LOT in common and today’s image at the top of the love letter was a grand reminder of the many faces of BK! 😉 I have been the guy in the image looking for a girl with personality...
I have also been like Rumi... Clever one day and then realizing I could be wise and focus on myself instead, so for the last 11 months of this current cycle, that’s what I’ve done and it’s beginning to pay huge dividends as those around me are embracing the same philosophy and changing into the human beings they “CHOOSE” to be!
It’s very exciting to witness!
As I continue to embrace my inner childhood genius and become best friends with the broken four year old version of myself, the artist trapped inside continues to emerge while exploring different methods of expression. The newest opportunity looks to be illustrating and bringing some words to life with images designed to evoke emotion from potential readers... I am excited at the prospect of moving a reader from grief to gratitude with an image and my ability to channel whatever The Great Mystery shares with me...
“These are indeed the days of our lives...”
~TheEarthHeARTist