Tuesday, November 24, 2015
I always leave the window to my soul cracked a bit and close by the bed. For when the little kid in me gets out through the holes in my fingerless gloves for some fun. And needs a way back in to rest. What? You look thru that window or come in the door to my heart or window to my mind for a visit. Or, follow that kid in me. Either way? You def will need a rest, too. I rest my case. Have an open day. Gotta leave a way in. So's others can love you. And, the kid in you can get some fun time and rest. Signed, Her Soul... An Open And Shut Place.
Monday, November 16, 2015
Been quite winded these past weeks and have felt like I was running against the wind. So, when I finally got out of the house to the store, wind in my face, how much more a breath of fresh air it was to hear "Against The Wind" by Bob Seger on the radio. Followed by "Turn The Page". 2 faves. Boy, did I need that. In a flash, I was young again racing around singing at the top of my lungs, hair blowing out the open windows of my Camaro. And, I was tonight. I needed that push to sing again. My ears and head and lungs are still stuffed a bit, but for those minutes, it was like the dry bark of sickness and life were slowly peeling back to reveal the face of my soul. That is why music is my medicine. Especially when I'm older. And running against the wind. Yes. Music has its uh...peel. Signed, She Peels Her Wheels While The Music Peels The Bark
Friday, November 6, 2015
Some live in the past, what they've lived. Some live in the psst. What they've heard. Others live in the post. What they've posted and see posted on the internet. Many live in the p!ssed. What anger they've held on to. A few? In the pest. What they can do to bug and hurt others. And, even some? In the pioust. What they think of themselves. Holier than the rest. Where should we live? I think In the peaced. Signed, She's A Werd Nerd