A stack of intriguing cards sat on Ellen's table. The simple format: black type, one sentence, on heavy white card stock grabbed my attention. My friend Ellen told me to pick one, instead I pulled them all out and read them one by one.
This one was my favorite.
I think it will become my new motto. It reminds me of the saying: "Bloom where you are planted."
Every story has two sides, and often many pages in between. But it is not always necessary to read the fine print, over and over again. Closing the book can be the best thing to do in order to move on.
Disconnect from desire….
….or at least chocolate peanut butter fudge brownie cake.
The box of cards were created by Brian Eno (a famous music producer from England in the 1970s.) They are called the:
How often I forget that simplicity is best and to trust that.
Forgiving isn't it.
ALWAYS. Cook with handfuls, jump in without looking back, lick your fingers and if what you are creating doesn't turn out…rename it declaring it a delicious lesson.
Probably. In which case singing could bring on dancing.
This one brought back a memory of when I was learning how to drive a car…
My dad was giving me a driving lesson. We were on a back road in Willows. We were approaching a turn in the road. He told me to turn, I said I couldn't, he insisted. I said no telling him that I was afraid! He yelled, "Turn! Turn! Turn!!"
Instead I drove straight——-
through the fence,
and into the field.
My dad did not get mad at me. I was mad at myself.
Embarrassed I reversed the car and turned back on to the road. I asked my dad why he wasn't mad at me for running through the fence and scratching the car…for not listening to his advice.
My dad said, "Oh because I resemble that."
Running through a fence can be healing.
…and the last card, made me laugh out loud…. Decorate, decorate that one was made for me.
I kissed Ellen and Frank goodbye. I shed more than a few happy tears as I got on the plane, and of course I did not have a kleenex, so I had to use the back of my hand…. I am always happily amazed how true friendship extends over time, carries you on, holds you dear and lets you go forward.
I love you Ellen.
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