Grow (W)here You Are Planted

 what you mean is During this bitch of a time. I hope you are well and I pray your days are filled with beauty and hope and constant realization of your strengths and abilities, of everything you already have within yourself.  I pray all of this goodness finds its way to everyone you love like I pray for the same to shoot straight for the mark...or the heart...to everyone I love and everyone they love and they love and so on and on through to the ends of the earth and into all of eternity so that even our ancestors can feel the joys of overcoming and standing tall in the light.   All the future kids are so set. but really, when has it not been a difficult time? When has everything been so 'just right' we couldn't contain ourselves? The goal is not happiness, it's the luck to be able to have so much to be thankful for and even more to work toward.  Yeah, I said toward...not towards.   My Lola dog naps while I type and it looks like it's going to rain...again...I'

 We get so used to this, our particular combination of skin, heart, and soul.  And we should, how else will we find the way to fight for ourselves and for the love we are and for the love we want to add to our lives? The love we need to share with you?? How much time is spent learning the wrong things just because 'that's how it's always been done' when we could just be and trust and learn to live and flow with each other? How much lovelier would the nature around us be if we could just earn to be? I dreamed of him last night.  I woke this morning in a hazy memory of pastry chefs in a white room with tall wooden tables, his chef jacket felt soft against my skin.  He looked into me in the golden light and I felt truer than I'd ever felt before.  He asked me to kiss him.  I did.  I can still feel him in my air... such a calming presence reminding me of love. Image by  Игорь Левченко  from  Pixabay