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My Green Velvet Life

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September 2011

Unpack Your Bags. Do Not Go There.

Pack your bags, we’re going on a guilt trip!  — Jimmy Buffett (b. 1946), American musician

Sorry Jimmy.  NOT!

If you have a gazillion important things you should be doing you certainly don’t need to go there, down that spirally journey of guilt.  I mean, it’s just one more thing to do and who needs that?

Now doesn’t it feel wonderful to be given permission to stop worrying and beating yourself up?

Yep, I know what you’re thinking.  Sure, wonderful for a minute.  I’ve unpacked my bags.  Now I have to do the laundry.  And download my pictures.  And pay the bills.  And clean out the car.  And water the plants.  And get groceries.  And pluck my eyebrows.  And mow the grass.  And check email and Facebook.  And . . .

Well, maybe a guilt trip isn’t such a bad little getaway afterall . . . as long as you pack a margarita and your favorite Jimmy Buffett songs.

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With Thanks to Nobody’s Hero

Don’t ever under estimate the power of you.  One look or touch.  Or poem or prayer.  You can make a difference for someone.

I cut this little poem out the newspaper when I was 13-years-old.  I can’t say it is what sparked my interest in poetry.  At that time I had already been writing (and thinking!) feverishly for over a year.  But it did make me think a lot about perspective: The voice of  someone who spoke for one who could not speak.  And about finding beauty even in death and sadness:  Somebody loved this poor cat for the sheer reason that nobody else did.  Loved him enough to write a poem.

For a busy world, the poem was a quick-awe-isn’t-that-sad-but-sweet enough.  For a very serious young poet, its message was deep-deep-deep enough.  I’ve kept it all these years–folded and stuffed into a very special old book.  Every time I read it, I take comfort in knowing our world will never be too big or too busy for us to stop and simply love.  Nobody’s too small.  Somebody cares.

That’s a lot of something.

 

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