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“Through humor, you can soften some of the worst blows that life delivers. And once you find laughter, no matter how painful your situation might be, you can survive it.” -- Bill Cosby
The *cough, cough* middle aged (Ok, Ok, pushing way over the hill) lady sat this morning with her coffee on the front deck watching the mama carolina wren feeding the babies.
There are times this ole gal's heart feels as though it wants to give some of its fullness to another soul, to point to the beauty and sigh together, to laugh at the animals playing tag, to dance at night with the fireflies while the classical music is wafting through the dark moonlight and the wine is chilling. I want, no, I need to do this from time to time so that my heart doesn't burst. I don't care what medical experts say, I know this can happen.
I used to be determined to find that other heart, but I can feel that determination slowly beating now.. I place my hand on my chest and I feel the faintness of the once really strong and enthusiastic beating. Strange, though, because of the lessons I have garnered over the past years of being on my own and gaining such independence as now is within, I find I am not saddened by the lack of that other heart because somehow I think I stopped believing in it.
I look around at the people I work with and know .. some of them are desiring fame: I tell the universe whatever little was supposed to be routed to me, divvy up and give to those so desiring. Some want money... shoot, I can't tell the universe to give mine away, it seems I am not foreseeing any coming my way and never had any just up and given to me (now, if you think that sounds like a complaint, I can assure you it is not.. I came from very humble and not well off roots and I have absolutely no desire to want that much money.. just enough to get by will do). I have been desiring, not needing, someone that I can laugh with, dance under the stars, sit quietly with and just touch hands.. look into each others eyes and not speak a word, but be filled with thoughts and dreams and hopes. I am disallowing myself to feel that anymore as my hopes lead me to some that feel it necessary to proceed to the wild monkey sex stage first, and then when the need to talk comes, they are so dumbfounded they would not be able to speak.
Is it really that hard to make a small concerted effort to get to know a person? One might truly enjoy the warmness and caring they find if they allow another person to give that to them.
I am reflecting too much today. Today is also a hard day for me... I have memories that flood my mind when I listen to the quiet. Oh, they are excellent memories.. that is not the problem... the problem lies in that they are just memories and the one that is the main character in them is unavailable for laughing with me..
I have to time today just right .. we got a helluva a thunderstorm around 6:30 p.m. last night .. there were a few on and off showers during the day, and I waited a reasonable amount of time for it to at least drip dry the grass before I set out to cut the upper hilly field. I was going to move on to the lower flat field, and glanced at the skies.. the clouds were turning a little grey and by the time I paced Katie back up the hill and was close to parking her in the garage, the hail started.. I thanked the Big Guy for almost waiting until I was under the roof to start.. and it was not at all bad.. only a little wet and then came the downpour.
So today, whilst I give the field some time to dry, I will remember...
I don't want the day to go by without thanking all the men and women that sacrificed so much to give us this "independence" day.. thank each of you from the bottom of my heart and in honor of the person I am remembering.. Semper Fi.. and OOOOHHHHH RAAAAHHHHH!
Peace out and enjoy cuz tomorrow's another day, and I am not afraid... so ...
Jo Dee Sings my Mood for Yall
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Loreli
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Jul 4 @ 11:17AM
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I thank the also....
and this is so poetic! 
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luneib
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Jul 4 @ 11:25AM
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A big thank you from me as well to all those who sacrificed their lives to make America so great.
BTW, I love your writing, I felt as 'though I were right there with you in that field. You should write books.
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Tiramisu4u
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Jul 4 @ 11:54AM
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This was wonderful! Made me think, also...Bless you...
I appreciate YOU... 
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matisse731
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Jul 4 @ 12:44PM
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You've expressed the very similar feelings of many people who don't have your gift of writing. Thank You.
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RainSongSpirit
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Jul 4 @ 3:22PM
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my sista hipsta, how remarkable a person you are. I think your heart will be filled once again , as shall mine. I am trying a new approach. I wear a rubber band on my wrist, and if my mind starts roaming into the negative, and the past, i pull it. ouch  Hey it works......  Have a fantastique day and eve. ps.....the day is more than half over..... 
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CrackerJackPat
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Jul 4 @ 3:46PM
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And as I said, my friend.... much the same here.... 
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summerbreeze916
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Jul 5 @ 2:12PM
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I love the quote by Bill Cosby. Some days it seems that laughing is not on the agenda, but these are the times to reach back and pull forward a few of those fondest memories......and you will at least be able to smile. Sometimes it is difficult to realize, my friend, but each and every day, we are making at least one new memory....some good, some bad. It really doesn't matter. We make through them all.
I'm not gonna let it get me down
I'm not gonna cry
And I'm not gonna lose
Any sleep tonight
'Cuz tomorrow's another day
And I am not afraid
So bring on the rain
Tomorrow's another day
And I'm thirsty anyway
So bring on the rain
Peace, Sister!  
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