Just keep repeating until you believe it:
experience pure joy.
experience pure joy.
EXPERIENCE PURE JOY!
Those moments will change who you are,
desperately searching for stories of hope.
Terminal diagnosis.
Completely paralyzed.
Hanging around getting in the way.
...it's not as bad as it sounds.
My attempt at a thumbs up has reached the tipping point.
Autocorrect thinks I say "ass" a lot,
confirmed what I already knew.
My voice is me, my personality, and
it sounds somewhat like me, rather than a robot.
It sounds kind of like a boring me
(we have a love/hate relationship).
There are many legitimate medical reasons to use marijuana:
A different type of peace and happiness,
something strikes you inappropriately as funny.
Accommodating the realities we wish were other,
and doing it with grace.
With one shot at this crazy ride, I wonder:
"Am I loved?" and "Did I love well?"
Today I celebrate being alive,
and that's pretty great.
Knocked from my Strong Place was
a cleansing and yet exhausting feeling of
surrender.
Somehow these stories lose something
when they're covered with a band-aid.
But I'm not done yet!
There's still so much to learn...
What is the best treat to order at Dairy Queen
(the dip cone, crunch cone, or Buster Bar)?
Eating is so last year.
Instead of giving up, we adapt,
finding humor in even the most dire circumstances
(and not just because of all that wine).
Becoming more or less an observer,
my Faith screaming out to scratch
itches we cannot scratch and
just existing inside this wildly imperfect body.
I could write one of those stories of hope,
I think, because of these shared experiences.
I'm not sure what today will bring,
but it won't be boring.
The mountains look different every morning
and it never gets old.
