Violence, rejection, hatred, anger, loss, and sorrow seeps into our everyday lives. We, emotional people, feel the tremors from all around and need relief.
On Facebook, I stumbled onto a stupid political repost from a regurgitated repost. I was annoyed. Instead of criticizing the issue, I wrote off-topic in a silly nostalgic way. I’m no poet, and well, it’s no poem.
I remember the year 1976,J West
5th grade, in an old brick two-story building. That’s the age we started pairing up, and our internal fires grew.
Being a patriotic year, The City Council asked our school to paint the downtown trash cans in red, white, and blue.
And my best friend was Dana, and I was now considered too old for Barbies.
Still, it was a great year.
If you’re hurting, call a friend or a therapist; please get in touch with someone. Life feels painful many times. Don’t let the hurt win. You are loved. Love is the only reason I wrote today. I am extremely fortunate to have a partner who supports me—always. My past was different.
If you’re happy and you know it clap your hands.
Enjoy your days and maintain your passion. Sometimes I forget and need to remember. Peace ☮️ and love to you. Namaste.