Saturday, July 2, 2016

Two Goood

Let's try this again. There are many ways to see the world. You can make everything about you or you can see & accept it just the way it actually is... Nothing is about you. What people do & say is about them. Not you or me. It's fun to sit back and let people act out though. 

So let me ask you: what's going good? Forget the other people or what they think. What makes you feel good to do? You should be doing that. 

I love to look to things such as design, drawing, photography, writing and artwork to make me feel good. Sometimes it's volunteering, reading, doing yoga, meditating, being outdoors or at the gym. All of it validates my feeling good.

Lately yes, I'm blonde & fixating on Mr. Nagel's work. Looking for the different colored hair pieces I've yet to see.  Why? Identifying with the Nagel women because of their simplicity & strength inspires me. So yes I've found two examples of Nagels work. One I've seen but the other precedes it. They're both amazing & goes to show two different ways of seeing things.

Seeing negative is a choice. When you want to see positive that's all you'll see. Try doing something that makes you feel good about yourself. You'll forget about what the others are thinking. They don't matter anyways. 

PS: Thanks for the supportive emails, dolls! I'm glad you were touched by my words. Kisses! 

Here's an older one about seeing things differently. I'll share new soon. 

Kisses, m.


“Good. Is that what the sign says? Come now, young man be a love and tell me.”

“Ma’am, that’s exactly what it says. Good. Well what do you think about that?”

“Good is what I tell George when he says that he understands. He’ll be sitting there on the porch swing listening to me talk about nothing. Sure enough whenever I finish a bit of gossip that man, bless his heart, he tells me I see. Most of the time my yarn is a matter of complete nonsense that he simply does not want to hear, but he’ll listen and nod my way. So clearly I can see the tilt of his head and a smirk upon his mouth in my mind right now. And funny but that’s the first thing I think of. And you, what do you find yourself thinking?”

“Something about the sign reminds me of when I was a small boy. My mother used to have me wash the laundry and hang it on the line. Whenever I was standing up on the patio chair, she would say “good” while I hung. For some reason that’s what my mind conjures from memory. And it wasn’t always good. In fact those days weren’t perfect when I remember them. Often my tiny hands would fumble. Fingers would find themselves dropping the close pins over and over. Sometimes I would even drop a sheet or two into the mud. Soiled and my mother continued to smile and nod. No matter if I soiled the sheets, she would always tell me the same thing, 'Good.'”

“Well, you know what they say?
“No. What is that?”
“There’s nothing better than a good sign.”
“And that’s a good one?”
“You know what I can’t think of any sign better than that.”

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