I had a dream.  Not the majestic, noble, heart-warming MLK kind, just a regular dream of the night.  Pretty normal you might say…but my dreams are usually far from normal, try bizarro, strange, weird even.  I’ve had dreams where God has shown me the secret of the universe on a whiteboard, I’m not making this up… truly.  The secret of the universe was so simple that I knew I’d remember it when I woke up.  I didn’t. I’ve had dreams about riding horses that spoke to me telepathically.  I did tell you they could be weird. I’ve had recurring dreams that proved all too prescient, and I eventually experienced great loss in my life. Sometimes I’ve had lucid dreams, which are pretty cool, especially when you realize you are totally in charge of what will happen next. You get the picture, basically what I’m saying is that I’m a big…

I used to say you can’t be more than happy.  But watching these two little sprites, otherwise known as LJ and OW maybe I’m wrong.  They live life at a level of pure joy that would melt the hardest of heart and elevate the happiest soul. Yesterday, we spent the morning here: They literally flew around the center, touching, smelling, hearing and seeing as many things as possible.  Every sense was connected, every experience a thrill. Life is either a glorious, exciting adventure. Or something to contemplate. They have a zest for life that’s beyond happy, that embraces each little moment with a hug and moves on to the next.  That doesn’t hang on to old hurts or wounds but throws itself into the next more wonderful experience.  Can you remember it? I want to recapture that same love of life, that delights the heart and…

Written words can be exceptional expressions of the soul.  They fade away or they endure.  Some may move us to the higher reaches of the heart, some may inspire us to greater more noble deeds, some are plain mean-spirited and spiteful. These words are amazingly beautiful and inspire me to think more kindly, be more compassionate and act more lovingly. “Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet: Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.” W.B. Yeats (1856-1939) “He Wishes For the Cloths of Heaven.” As these two Little Sprites like to say…”Just be kind.”

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