A Glimmer of Hope

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I went to brush my teeth the other morning and saw a sprout growing out of my sink drain. One little stem, with one little leaf, all alone, in a place where it should not be growing. I took it as a sign and found it inspirational.  The audacity of that little sprout to grow without soil where it would likely be plucked and thrown away was a refreshing reminder that all hope is not lost. Despite the awful things going on in our country at the moment there is still hope that we can change things for the better. There are good things happening but they don’t dominate the news cycles like stories that get our knickers in a twist, and generate page clicks with outraged comments.  I specifically look for and share uplifting stories when I find them. I have decided to attempt to save the sprout and plant it in proper soil and see what it becomes. My wife thinks I am crazy and it’s probably a weed. We’ll see, if we can save it, what it becomes. In the mean time, I will share my spark of renewed hope with whoever would like to partake. Let’s hang in there, I think some good things are going to happen.  🙂 Now I intend to get tickets and lose myself in some Downton Abbey. Cheers!

Sleep Deprived!

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7:24 am. Fatigued brain stirs from restless slumber and sends Body message to get out of bed.

Body resists, until Fatigued brain sends another message via bladder more urgently.

Body defiantly drags herself from bed.

Fatigued brain makes an abysmal attempt to converse before massive intake of iced coffee….and fails epically.

Body on auto pilot sees wifey off to work.

Fatigued brain, seeking sustenance, convinces Body to climb the stairs to the craft studio.

Fatigued brain would like to remain here in silent reverence among the many awe inspiring recently created works of art.

Heart butts in after 20 minutes or so with a reminder of the hour and commitments.

Arriving at work just in time, again on auto pilot, Body clumsily attempts to grab the remaining work gear from the car;  Badge, secured straight on shirt with much difficulty, apron whose strings manage to latch on to whatever passes by them and hold on for dear life. Body struggles with apron strings and finally manages to tie the bow behind its back.  Body clips up hair with hair clip, (easiest part of the morning so far).

A quick glance in the car mirror reveals Fatigued brain forgot to tell Body to apply the powder foundation to hide Body’s blemishes.

Heart sinks knowing their imperfections will be reflected in the faces of the guests they seat today.

Fatigued brain smiles sympathetically at Heart, who is always in the right place, and unable to grasp why things don’t always go her way.

At the computer clock in Fatigued brain realizes Body has tied the apron on backwards and must redo it to access their employee card to clock in. Heart sighs…heavily.  At this point they all agree on the merits of having stayed in bed. Now finally clocked in and mostly put together, pressing matters await. Because that’s how it always is…right? When we are least ready for our day it comes at us full on. Heart cheers them on…We got this! Fatigued brain and Body aren’t so sure. At home Heart reminds Fatigued brain to avoid the food and beverages that got us into this mess. At bedtime they ask the universe for good sleep, natural healing, but most of all, the re-emergence of Super Sharp Focused brain, and all will right in their world.

 

 

 

 

 

In Defense of Myself

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While it is my penchant to avoid conflict and confrontation as I am sensitive and easily wounded…

I am sympathetic to the marginalized less fortunate members of our society, and therefore unable to remain silent in the wake of the horrors that currently abound….

And it’s costing me dearly in the form of nearly unbearable anguish.

 

©Dani Heart

8-12-2019