I’ve been pretty riled up @ the bailout; is it the end of capitalism? Is Bush gonna declare martial law? Are we royally #$%@!?
My wheels were spinning, my ‘contribution’ to the galactic airwaves a bunch of static…
Went outside and talked to a tree, a silver maple that’s right now turning its leaves from forest green (yes a pun) to a brilliant crisp royal red. This tree hangs over the deck of my friend’s, and it beams out so much peaceful energy, i slept underneath it last night.
Last night was a century ago. Today i was crazy. Fortunately, i took Zoili, Sky & Levy for a walk in the woods this afternoon. They’re 10, 7 and 6. Then we made a ‘fort’ of mattresses, pillows and sheets, and i read them a bedtime story beneath the draping laundry canopy.
Their faces did it; eyes aglow, (i’m inserting a picture from storytime last week), so involved in their story, the full innocence of childhood and life overcame (did i say overcame? I mean OVERCAME) the troubled ramblings of this mind.
Thanks to them, my quantum contribution to the galactic jet stream is now filled with love and appreciation. And if i get crazy again, i have the tree and them to bring me back to sanity. The world is in good hands, the collective heart of an awakening humanity. What can we as a species do to create more love in the world? Find some kids, and take them for a walk, or read them
More Bedtime Stories = World Peace
bedtime stories…
Wishing you sweet dreams and a happily ever after…
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