Hey ! Whistlers ! !

Isn't she lovely ?

I thought so too, that's why I took this picture
& although I was quite smitten by her beauty, it was the sound coming from within that screech !! stopped me in my tracks.

It was a symphony, I tell ya
A perfectly timed and wonderfully tuned chorus of chirp chirp chirps and tweet tweet tweets.

YaY ! I happily exclaimed 
& although I could not see them, not even one,
trust me,
there was definitely a party going on.
A welcome home, glad to be back celebration, for sure.

Which got me to thinking about whistling.
yep
whistling
Those little lovelies and their simple merriness brought to mind all the whistlers I have crossed paths with throughout my life.

Big Brother is one.
I am convinced he was a bird in another lifetime.
Tweet and twitter are his second nature and I often wonder if he even realizes he is serenading.
Like the softness of a flute, music uninhibitedly escapes his lips.
This irritates and agitates the you know what out of some people who shall remain nameless but, I can honestly say, I don't mind at all.
I find it pleasantly pleasing, actually

& then there's Friend.
He does too.
His is more of a peppy, jazzy, carefree sonnet

& that lady I once worked with, back in the day
or that guy I see every so often on my walking path
or the gal in the restaurant
or the clerk at the store ... 

Hey ! Whistlers !!
I've never really noticed you and your background choir until this very moment of this very day
& seriously.
How FUN is that ??!??

You go right ahead and
toot
tootle
pipe
warble
whine
trill
hoot
fife
&
wheeze your way through life.

I may not always see but, rest assured, I most definitely hear 
& just so you know ?
I soooooo appreciate your glee.

:)

I Am My Feelings

 

Opera Man

I was walking my walk yesterday when a man came along.
A singing man
& yes, he sounded quite lovely !

This was not the first time I've crossed paths with a songster.
Every once in awhile someone who just can't keep those tunes contained, happily strolls on by.
Lost in their own little world, they vocalize, hum or quietly mouth their songs.
But this guy, oh he was more than that.
Much more.
This guy was operatic.
Loud, proud and enthusiastically operatic.

I heard him long before I saw him, which was a pretty amazing feat since my own awesome jingles were bursting within my ears
& at first I thought, 'what the heck ??'
but then, he appeared
& I knew.
oooooooo yeah.
I knew.
Here comes a crooner.

YaY

He was a smiling, acknowledging tenor.
He looked my way, handed me a cheerful grin, hit that note and went about his way.

weeeee

I've officially crossed paths with a minstrel

& THAT is my wish for you on this brand new today.

A composition.
A show tune
& medley of notes dancing through your brain.

LA LA LA LA LA LA LA

Be an enthusiastic serenader.
Be the carefree songbird.
Be that balladeer of bliss.

Be unconstrained, uninhibited, pure Happy
&
Don't be afraid to share your song,
your joy,
your uniqueness.

share.
Share.
SHARE

 ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

fyi,
I just sang that
& ummm
I sounded kinda GREAT.

:)

I Am My Feelings

Who Are You

April 15, 2016

That's the day I first wrote these words
& one (aka me)
would think they would be, should be L O N G forgotten by now.
But, Life.
Oh, Life.

"... Who Are You is my daily reminder that God put you in my life to help me in this journey ..."
said the sweet, encouraging soul I am fortunate to call, Friend.

Little did she know, I was planning on rerunning this very blog today, figuring no one would notice.

My heart = Humbled.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

So.
I get up after a good night's sleep
& shuffle to the bathroom to do my thing.
I take a look in the mirror and most days, I'm ok with the person staring back at me.

YaY

I go about my day.
I see people.
They see me
& I'm assuming they see the same person I see.
I'm hoping this me I offer is the same me I see in that mirror each morning.

Which got my mind asking.
I wonder what others see when they look at me ?

Am I true
or do I change things around a bit to fit their thinking ?
Am I likeable on the outside but, truth be told, somewhat ugly on the inside ?
Am I a phony ?
Am I genuine ?
Am I my very own self ?

The Me, Myself and I self.
The person staring back in the mirror self.
The person I have to live with self.

hmmmm.

Maybe it's the writing of this blog that brings out my need for transparency
but, if you don't mind, do me this one little favor ...
As you wander into your bathroom and take a look at the you staring back at you
Take notice
& ask yourself if the world gets to see that very same person.

I hope so for me
& I hope so for you too.

:)

I Am My Feelings

We

A flash of before
In your eyes I can see
I've been here with you
You've been here with me

'Twas destiny, fate
And our instant began
A lifetime ago
A lifetime again

You're forever my moment
&  for always we'll be
Continued in time
Endlessly, we

Unbroken, connected
Is how we will stay
Hour by hour
And day after day

I know I will find you
Again and again
So strong is our bond
Complete, without end

You're forever my moment
& for always we'll be
Continued in time
Endlessly, we

No sorrow or sadness
Will separate us
We're ashes to ashes
Dawn until dusk

You're forever my moment
& for always we'll be
Continued in time
Endlessly, we

:)

Porch

I just now googled that one syllable wonder.
Why  ?
Because I find it such an odd little word.

Porch.
"A covered entrance to a building, usually with a separate roof"

Yep.
That sounds about right.
Google might want to add 'and one of the very best places on Earth' though,
'cause it is.
It so is.

Do people still sit on their front porch ?
hmmmm
I wonder.

Back in the day, we had no choice.
"Go outside and play" was my generation of parents go to, which was fine.
The siblings and I were usually outside anyways.
It's where we wanted to be, everyone was there.

Go outside and play.

Most parents didn't inform us kids where to go or what exactly to play.
They said to do it so, we did it.
We exited the house.
We played.
How incredibly simple life was back then.

On those rare occasions when not too much was going on in the neighborhood, brothers, sisters and I would sit on our front porch and watch that world go by ...

ahhhhh.

A car or two, a neighbor, a wandering dog.
Just a whole lotta nothing
& then a friend would magically appear.
YaY
& off we'd hop, skip and jump to that oh so awesome world of playing outside.

That front porch got a lot of action through the years.
It was our gathering place.
The I'm glad, sad, mad, confused, just leave me alone or everybody join me place.
Games were invented, played, reinvented and played again and again sitting on that porch.
Secrets were shared there.
Pictures were taken.
Body parts hurt.
Patience learned.
Memories made.

"Go outside and play" they said.
That was some mighty fine back in the day advice, Grownups.
I'm so happy we obliged.
Because we found our buddies, ourselves and countless life lessons on those four concrete steps.
Our porch.

Porch.
What a beautiful little word.

:)

I Am My Feelings

Dear Courage

noun

noun: courage

tthe ability to do something that frightens one.

"she called on all her courage to face the ordeal"

strength in the face of pain or grief.

"he fought his illness with great courage"

synonyms:

bravery, courageousness, pluck, pluckiness, valor, fearlessness, intrepidity, nerve, daring, audacity, boldness, grit, true grit, hardihood, heroism, gallantry;

Thank you for reminding me of who
and why
and how you roll.

You didn't ask,
you weren't offered a choice.
Life and it's often unpredictable ways handed you this unwanted, untraveled road.

No instruction.
No manual.
No what to do next.
Nope.
Here you go, figure it out

& you stepped up, Courage.
Despite every single everything you may be feeling inside
you didn't,
you don't,
you won't and you can't back down.
Quitting is impossible because you listen to your heart
& no matter the stress or circumstance, you KNOW your heart will lead, will guide, will always find the way.

I hope you realize how beautiful you are, Courage.
You are a powerhouse, an incredible, uniting, odds defying force
& I soooooo appreciate the lessons you teach.

Never doubt your awesomeness
& please,
from now until forever, Courage

Keep. Doing.

:)

I Am My Feelings

 

Sure, It's

Early.

Cold
or snowy
or rainy
or cloudy
or some form of icky outside.
 
Wednesday
What ?!??
gaaaaa
Only Wednesday.

Not easy

and and and and and

& anything else I'd like to add to my mountain of complaints.

Sure, it's ...

Awful.
Just AWFUL
& it's going to stay that way.
If that's the way I choose.

Mom called them 'gloomy days'.
January.
February.
The dead of Winter.
Holidays are over.
There's nothing to look forward to ...

HO-HUM

No place to go.
Nothing to do.

It's just another gloooooooomy day.

Oh Mom.
You know I love you dearly but, that kind of dismal talk did and still drives me absolutely coo cooooooo.

Sure, it's ...
Early.

Look out that window.
Chances are a beautiful something awaits your eyeballs !

& sure it's ...
Cold or snowy or rainy or cloudy or some form of icky outside.

It's Winter
& that's what Winter does.
The season of patience is just testing our patience.

& sure it's ...
Thursday.

How's about a nice round of applause for halfway there.
YaY

& sure it's ...
Not easy.

But, sometimes, MOST times it is very easy
& good.
Real good.

Sure, it's ...
A gloomy day ?!?

No. Way.

Today can be anything I want it to be
& I want it to be delightfully wonderful.

For. Sure.

:)

I Am My Feelings