This time of year.
So close to my birthday, and your time of Return, ascendance;
don’t want a celebration of me, no fanfare.
Just want to think, meditate on where I have been, where I am going
Listen to some jazz, Miles Davis is always good for the soul.
Just heard Gregory Hines sing, “My Old Friend”; I must hear it again and again
Begin to dig in for the winter and grow to come forth again into the spring.
This time of year.
Checkmate. You have moved forward.
And just like that you are there. It is as if you have never left.
I just don’t see you in the flesh, but you are always with me in the spirit.
This is a new day, for you, for me. Quantum leaps for consciousness.
Go to sleep for your visits.
But what stops me, other than feeling this is where I belong for now. I came with a strong credit score, and I will leave with a strong credit score.
A little upset, and it becomes a cookie day.
The spirit is still here. Always.
The better I feel.
I can’t get it totally right every time. Perfection is not in the cards.
Like daydreaming about this, instead of THAT. Both are not good -
but better for that, though.
Positive is so simple, but the challenges are just that, challenges.
May Day. May Day. May Day.
And we march on with positive spirits.
No strangulation here.
New Moon 0% full
…loves me for my subtile qualities.
… I can depend on you for support, even when the world rejects me
…instead of responses like – “you just weren’t good enough for them”. (because when I am strong again, I can’t seem to forget these types of comments you made – when I was down)
Sometimes, I am not so sure about you.
You seem to be sitting on the fence until my feats are complete, then you believe!!
Thanks, but I already believed in myself, during the hardest part.
Always in a familiar place
Always a familiar face.
A life so far from realized, and at the edge of happiness.
Just not quite there yet.
almost. Keep trying.
To do what is right; that is all.