Then I turned to the Queen of Arts blog and found an excerpt from Mary Oliver's, "When Death Comes" and felt completely gob-smacked.
You see, yesterday I experienced a little miracle and all of a sudden I feel like I am walking on a different planet Earth.
and a beautiful turquoise bathroom with white, white shower curtains.
I have friends who listen and iced tea that is golden in the sun.
I don't feel silly when I laugh at hearing women's breasts called "ta-tas".
I recently came home with a full moon drum
and had my first Skype conversation with my friend Kate, who helped me iron out my audio (or lack thereof).
Where I live, backyard composting means I put this in my bin
and provide tasty breakfasts, lunches and suppers for these guys
and I'm OK with that.
More often than not I feel a lot like Popeye - I yam who I yam.
and this is my world.