The ritual of drinking coffee is such a therapeutic exercise in “being there." Does anything else really matter for that moment or three - or can I allow myself to simply enjoy the beverage, the conversation, your company, and perhaps, a little bit of laughter?
It’s just not Christmastime without the glitter. Good thing, because, once you release the urge to use sparkle, it has permission to follow you everywhere. Right now, I am living in the middle of a celebration of its glittery charm. Tomorrow, I will be walking around with a hint of glitter in my hair, on my clothes or even on my face somewhere, the sunshine telling the tale.
Ah! The power of glitter!
They even sing about it. “Songs from How the Grinch Stole Christmas” has a song about a kitty that ate the tinsel on the Christmas tree. He could not resist a glittery Christmas tree. “It shines and glows and glitters on each bough, ‘cause tinsel is the holiday cat’s meow” Oh, yes, Dr. Suess. I totally get it. — at under the Christmas tree.
The beauty of Christmas and the magic of the holiday are found all wrapped up in your heart. Fill it with song, fill it with peace, fill it with joy - then spread your gifts all around, all around...
And just like that, these musings are done...and just so you know, although much sun and shine was used up today, I can guarantee that there is still a little left in my heart. Have a most fabulous day!
i cried the way women on tv do
folding at the middle
like a five pound note.
i called the boy who use to love me
tried to ‘okay’ my voice
i said hello
he said warsan, what’s wrong, what’s happened?
and these are what my prayers look like;
i come from two countries
one is thirsty
the other is on fire
both need water.
i held an atlas in my lap
ran my fingers across the whole world
"where does it hurt?"