I hab a code (sniff)...

 Retreating to the comfort of my bed for a day or two.

Be well, friends. 

Ernest Hemingway...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

(from personal
letters and
correspondence.)   

Tickled...

The leaves
at the tops
of the trees
are waving.
The breeze
tickles them.
I wouldn't have
noticed this
if I hadn't been
sitting outside
in the breeze
that tickled the leaves.
Lucky me. 

 

 

God has a sense of humor...

 

Talking to my self...

as I was
putting
the words on paper
they didn't feel like
my words.
Something or someone
was dictating in my head
what they
wanted said.
I complied without questioning
at the time.
The voice said,
"stop being sorry
for every breath
you take.
be who you are.
no shame.
no regret.
shine from inside
and believe
you are good.
live right for you."

After much
consideration and
contemplation,
I believe I will.