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Good morning! This morning’s musings: I have McDonald’s Ice coffee this morning, not my norm but left over from yesterday’s return home. My daughter Jacobie, her kids Emma and Oliver had a wonderful day at Briar Point Beach. I love a beach where you can sit under the shade of a tree. It is a good size pond I would say. In future we need a pass beginning June 13. I just discovered this as I check on the name of the beach.

It is cool and overcast at the moment. Emma is off to practicing dance, a recital is coming up soon. Dad is taking her today, and I think she is staying overnight with Beatrix her friend. Not sure what the day holds for Ollie and Alex, Dave their dad. But for me? I plan to read and do some “domestic shit” (a k a Housework.) I call it that when it needs doing and I would rather be doing something more fun! Or to my interests! LOL However, one does need clothes and dishes.

I will dig deeper into my thoughts beginning here: Yesterday I received “Lady Chatterley’s Lover” in the mail, a beautiful, small blue book with a silver image of Lady Chatterley and her lover, the pages also edged in silver. This book is the full story as written. I discovered some are not.

I am reading a second book, Tenderness by Alison Macleod. It is this book that inspired me to check in with D. H. Lawrence and his other books. I will collect these. It has been a long time since I have read any of those wonderful books. books that made me fall in love with them. It was books which created my compulsion to read and write.

Now that I am older, I am not giving into being sidetracked by other things. I am going on intuition and see where things lead me. Keenly aware of time. To slow time down is to do different things that one has never done or has not done in a long while. It is the daily routine that makes time fly. We get accustomed to what we repeat.

I like to savor the words that come in a leisurely way all the while listening to the noises coming through my open doors. Well stated thoughts paint images for the mind, they give meanings to thoughts. It’s like painting with words. It is a risk to reveal who you are. However, living is a risk is it not. To protect everything about the self is not living. Others cannot respond to you if you are always hiding yourself. It requires not being overly concerned, and the realization that people are more alike than different. Otherwise, people guess about who you are.

My back door is the favorite portal to the world outside as it is next to the forest. It is where Mr. and Mrs. Chee Chee, Mr. and Mrs. Peep, the cardinal pair___ this is how I think of the red bellied woodpeckers (whose red is a bright red orange) The Peeps are downy woodpeckers and the cardinal’s also make a peep sound so they are the cardinal pair instead of peeps. All come to greet me and take away the seeded suet. This is the ritual of my mornings.

One of my thoughts is “What do I have to offer the world? To other people?” I have loved reading about what others think. It is nice to find better ways of expressing oneself. Someone else has found the right feeling string of words that conveys just what is needed. Lovely! My dearest Thomas would say that things were lovely, and I am in that same habit. Not a word others tend to use I feel, unless I am wrong and people of my generation say it. I think it stems from my elders or from books I loved. My argument for the word is that I thought “Yes! That can be lovely! And so can’t this, and yes that is lovely too!” The world needs what is lovely! Thomas is no longer here with me to debate such things as what is truly lovely. I miss nights of wine and books, a good meal for two. Reading out loud for each other. Sipping when the mouth felt dry.

These days I think of getting older and argue that I feel no different inside than I ever did, but then that difference is there, as I am different now. Being older is being wiser, I think. The difference is that one should not care about what others think. How someone else sees you doesn’t matter at some point, not in the ways it once did. What irritates is the fact when someone disregards who you are and what you know. A life lived is one where a lot has been learned. How younger people respond to older people is nothing new. So you embrace those who see you as a gift or like your pearls of wisdom. This is how I saw my elders, and now I am one of them! How I saw them enriched my life. So, live life and be an example of how to truly live, and love life! Things that once mattered do not have to matter anymore in the same way. I love my light heart. Especially when the world is full of heavy burdens. I think the world needs reminding that love matters, and that we all have a commonality. Our thoughts that become belief are what generates both love and hatefulness. We think we must justify and take sides in matters to prove something and be accepted. That is also a thought. One that leads you as thoughts do down one rabbit hole or another. Checking in on what we truly want out of life matters.

Well, on with the day! Figure out how to make it rich by what I do with it! Best wishes may love, and laughter find you! Perhaps it’s better to say may you find love and laughter in your day! Simply Pejj