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Implicit

Those who care

do so because they are able

Their big hearts just do that

No matter where in the world they are

What they are doing

or how many others they care about

Their singularity

within the plurality

just keeps giving

as if it’s a natural function

of their spiritual

physiology

God Popped the Question

God Popped the Question

and I said

Yes

Yes to loving the elderly

Yes to honoring the wise ones

Yes to cautious connection

Yes to joy with abandon

Yes to sending care

Yes to prayer

Yes to vulnerability

Yes to layers of fragility

Yes to truth to power

Yes to a quiet hour

Yes to you

Yes to me

Yes to everything collective we will be

God Popped the Question

and I said

Hell, yah!

This Christmas

This Christmas

I would like good relationships

with extended family members…

Oh, right, I have that.

How about some goals and plans and new hobbies?

Hey, I’m dancing, blogging, painting, singing…

Yah, I’m good there.

How about rewarding work?

Um, yes, I’m teaching music; I love that; I love kids.

It would be nice to have a lot of friends

from different walks of life,

friendly relationships,

men and women;

Check!

Well, there are still those Debbie-Downer moments…

but I also have the mp3’s my son downloaded

on my phone so that I could jam while I drive

or the laughs I share

with another son

on the way to his school

or the music

philosophy

and synchronicity I enjoy

with my OTHER son.

So if my husband and I could just

connect and understand each other a little more…

if we could just spend some time

apart

in different situations

living life

and getting together

while we immensely enjoy

getting to know each other

over and over again…

Wow!

I have that too.

There’s very few things that I don’t have

so few

that even if something could be missing

it’s just not! 🙂

Wouldn’t it be Fun…

Wouldn’t it be fun

to go gray and love it

use violet shampoo

and tell the world to shove it

I don’t mean in an angry way

just let me be who I am

when I eat bread

take steroids

and expand

Love, love, love

my inner path

trim my nails

take a bath

stand out

nice to be

good old-fashioned

newly me

(BTW, the steroids were medicine for poison ivy, not for illegally getting buff.)