Mother Earth, with all thy grace,
Grant us peace here in this place.
Teach us how all lives to love
Shelter with thy skies above
Teach us how to right the wrongs
Grant us harmony with thy songs
Let us learn to love ourselves
And in thy mysteries to delve
Help us learn to heal all wounds
And lift all here so love abounds
I spend a lot of time thinking about what I want to be. Well, sometimes it’s “What do I want to be when I grow up.” But I digress.
I want to be someone who knows herself, and who lives her life to the fullest. And with my brain, that’s not easy. There are so many things going on in there – it’s like my thoughts are having a party, and I’m not invited. (It doesn’t make sleep easy either.)
But the picture is becoming clearer. I am starting to thin out my closet (thin – hah!) to contain only clothes that I like, and that “fit” my self image. I am trying to clean off my desk to make a more calming and peaceful place to work. And I am trying to be easier on myself – to quit beating myself up when I seem to be backsliding, or confused – again.
One day, I will get there. Today is not yet the day.
Without the Internet I would have so much more time in my life.
Hello. My name is Peggi. I’m an internet addict.
I spend a good (bad?) portion of my day checking out what’s happening with my friends, and with the world in general, on Facebook. I play addictive games that I have downloaded for free. I wade through far too many emails, looking for the few that are actually of value.
It’s not like I’ve been forced to do any of this. I chose my way. I chose to download the games. I chose to join Facebook. I chose to subscribe to *far* too many newsletters.
But I’m older now. Maybe even wiser. And it’s time to wean myself off, a little bit at a time.
Maybe I’ll start by spending some time writing. Then I can post to my WordPress blog!
I watch the leaves falling from the trees, and feel the nip in the air. Autumn is here in full force, and winter is just around the corner. It’s nice to sit indoors, and watch my cats as they note each leaf dancing and falling to the ground. It’s almost as if they’re watching fairies, and perhaps they are. The leaves are their brightly coloured clothes, and they are dancing through the air on their way to the ground to join their brethren.
The search for a hotel is a bit like the search for a life.
Some are big enough to hold everything you want, but the price may be beyond your means.
Some are too small to enable you to do anything, so you just move on.
Some are in between, with lots of room to do most of what you want, but compromises have to be made.
There’s just no pleasing everyone.
If I write slower I would end up with the same output that I have now.
This is not to say that I’m unhappy with my output. (Well, maybe a little.) If I put my mind to it, I can generally come up with something to say. (Some might say too much!) But the truth of the matter is, one has to practise in order to improve.
So I practise. Some days more than others. Most days it’s prose, but once in a while some lyrics slip in.
This is not one of those days.
A good friend always helps you see things rationally.
It may not be the way you want to see them. It may be difficult to see them that way. To see the reality of the situation. But a good friend will be there to help you see it properly, and to help you accept what you see, and to move on.
A good friend will help you pick up the pieces, and will give you a sanity check when necessary.
Or they might just curl up on your lap and purr.