Wash over me.
Waves a persistent drum beat on the shore.
A comfort roar.
Pelicans dive bomb the ocean
one swift motion
in search for breakfast
a tidy exit.
please soothe me.
Make things fair.
Wash over me…
So I’m sitting at the front desk today at my “day” job and a cold caller sales rep comes in the door. Groan, another dusty, tired pitch that I’ve heard over and over again. I could not have been more wrong! I notice he’s carrying an enormous pumpkin pie.
He says, “I’m the pie guy.” (Turns out what he was selling had nothing to do with pies).
He smiles at the puzzled look on my face and proceeds to put on a felt pie hat (think cheese head).
“How do I look?” he asks.
Playing along, I respond, “awesome!”
He then proceeds to give his pitch and get the contact information he wanted from me.
Yippee! A creative soul. Someone who didn’t rely on the usual. Someone who thought outside the box (or the pie pan in this case).
Someone who wasn’t afraid to look a bit silly. And guess what? It worked. I put myself out for him. I emailed my boss and later spoke with her about him. Something I’ve never done for any other sales person that has walked through the door unexpectedly.
The lesson in this? Be creative. Be different. Don’t be afraid to look a little silly. Look at me, I’m over 50 and I’ve decided to try to become a published author. I can hear the heads shaking back and forth from where I sit. I know some people must think I am totally nuts. But you know what? I don’t care. I’m doing this. I’m writing this book. Even though society as a whole may tell me I’m too old to follow such dreams. Well, dreams are not the single possession of the young.
So let’s do this thing called life. And, live it out loud. Be creative. Smile and dream on!
Yes, an open heart takes courage.
To peer past the pain of former hurt.
To rise up and love others despite their faults.
To trust again and not close down.
Yet an open heart will not open to threats and insults.
An open heart must be wrapped in love.
So love without judgment.
Free yourself and others from the critic inside and out.
Yes fly yourself and help others to fly along the way!
and a top
and a bottom.
Sucked in like a sardine
gasping for breath.
Bright butterfly of freedom
smashing the box.
Lifting the lid.
The box no longer
able to contain
A new day.
Gently they wake me
one to my left
one to my right.
Fur motorboats humming
in a sea of bed covers.
Eight paws, two sets of whiskers.
I close my eyes
and take in
the purr symphony
written just for me.
True, most of us don’t own Maseratis
but that is okay.
We make our way down the path of life.
Sometimes it’s on our own two feet
in shoes as worn and duct taped as our souls feel.
We tread lightly with our heavy hearts.
But we keep going
even when the world says we are nothing
without that Maserati.
Yet to love deep
to laugh loud
that is more valuable than some possession.
A piece of metal to rust and be replaced.
Yes, mansions, Maseratis, and money
But people, places, and peace of mind
give us a life worth living.
I could count every teardrop I’ve ever cried
but I won’t do that.
I could continue to turn the past over and over in my head
but I am determined to stop doing that.
I could put a number to the occasions that others have hurt me
but I choose to move on with my life.
I prefer to remember the smiles.
To treasure the laughter in my heart.
To look to the people in my life who take me as I am.
To do the best I can to love others from my heart.
Yes, I could drown in the tears I’ve shed,
What benefit is there in that to me?
Yes, I will remember to smile.
Yes, I will remember to love.