Good morning ~I’m hanging on by a thread, but will hang just to prove, if nothing else, that They are Not what will be! The “new” isn’t the end all. If for no other reason, because there’s you & me and the true friends we surround ourselves with. And I Know in my heart we can overcome the evil that is directly in front of us. It’s not going to happen overnight, but They didn’t arrive quickly either. Thank you for being in my circle, for being a light for me & all the people that believe we can still be alive and care for each other. Reading your thoughts each day resonates with things I need to hear. And knowing Ethan can still be hopping around lets me know things are going to be ok, we will keep fighting the good fight.
Thank you so much. I’m glad you’re hanging in there. We really need to stand up to this nonsense and refuse to be robbed of joy. Ethan sure helps with that!
It's early here in Missouri and I think it might snow, then I found you. I love the way you put words together, easy, complex and beautiful. Thanks for making my morning a little better.
Oh Spike, what a delight. What a much-needed shot in the arm on this cold stupid Thursday when I want to droop in dread but instead just got to bloom in delight. Thank you.
Thank you my dear. I was so grateful that on that horrible day I was nonetheless able to see the beauty around me. Not sure I can sustain that for four years but am going to practice.
I was happy enough with the history in Haikus. I was delighted to see the picture of baby Ethan in your arms. I loved reading your poem of the day -- but then, when I watched you read it, well, please don't be embarrassed, but I felt I was in the presence of grace.
I thought about you a lot when I was writing that part. You and Rob really did create something magical. I always feel better the minute I walk in the door. Thank you.
Thank you for sharing your poem. I love the part about Bob and Baby Ethan. When I first woke this morning I thought "ugh I don't want to get up and face the day ...cold, gray, depressing." And then I thought "no. I won't think like that because today I am going to look for joy." And your poem was part of this joy.
Good morning ~I’m hanging on by a thread, but will hang just to prove, if nothing else, that They are Not what will be! The “new” isn’t the end all. If for no other reason, because there’s you & me and the true friends we surround ourselves with. And I Know in my heart we can overcome the evil that is directly in front of us. It’s not going to happen overnight, but They didn’t arrive quickly either. Thank you for being in my circle, for being a light for me & all the people that believe we can still be alive and care for each other. Reading your thoughts each day resonates with things I need to hear. And knowing Ethan can still be hopping around lets me know things are going to be ok, we will keep fighting the good fight.
Thank you so much. I’m glad you’re hanging in there. We really need to stand up to this nonsense and refuse to be robbed of joy. Ethan sure helps with that!
It's early here in Missouri and I think it might snow, then I found you. I love the way you put words together, easy, complex and beautiful. Thanks for making my morning a little better.
Good morning Deborah. Thank you so much for making the time to stop by. I hope you’re staying warm.
I am outside taking a walk before it snows. I hope you have a terrific day!
Oh Spike, what a delight. What a much-needed shot in the arm on this cold stupid Thursday when I want to droop in dread but instead just got to bloom in delight. Thank you.
Thank you my dear. I was so grateful that on that horrible day I was nonetheless able to see the beauty around me. Not sure I can sustain that for four years but am going to practice.
Love seeing your poetic side!!!!❤️❤️❤️❤️
Thank you ❤️
I was happy enough with the history in Haikus. I was delighted to see the picture of baby Ethan in your arms. I loved reading your poem of the day -- but then, when I watched you read it, well, please don't be embarrassed, but I felt I was in the presence of grace.
You are true medicine. Thank you.
I blush! Thank you so much! And thanks for your beautiful writing.
Truly wonderful poem. Thank you, Spike!
Thank you! High praise coming from a true poet.
As to the new subscribers: Could it be 'cause of that little baby goat as your new ambassador? Just sayin' 🐐
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What a glorious poem. A timely reminder of joy. Thank you, friend
Thank you. ❤️
The bit about Once Over brought a tear to my eye. Thank you for being you.
I thought about you a lot when I was writing that part. You and Rob really did create something magical. I always feel better the minute I walk in the door. Thank you.
I love this so much - the good human news and the poem. Your light shines on and we are all the better for it.
Thank you. ❤️
If we lived nearby, I am sure we would be friends.
This made my day
beautiful poem. I too want to remember the day as just another day. Rocky times ahead I fear. Will I be able to afford coffee? jeez....
Thank you.
Thank you for sharing your poem. I love the part about Bob and Baby Ethan. When I first woke this morning I thought "ugh I don't want to get up and face the day ...cold, gray, depressing." And then I thought "no. I won't think like that because today I am going to look for joy." And your poem was part of this joy.
Thank you so much ❤️