Yesterday’s SG date stamp said 23 1 7
2 + 3+ 1 + 7 = 13 …Yikes!
I got too busy with some pop up life problems yesterday and forgot to post this. So here it is with a personal musing.
Spooky season is fun and all that, but for some people *like me* every day is a cosmic jumble of sidewalk cracks, whispery voices, mysterious shadows and creepy gotcha crap. It doesn’t end when Walmart rolls out the next holiday. Sometimes the best one word phrase society chooses to describe how the inner turmoil makes us feel is “marginalized”… we’re just different is all. And sometimes just a simple hello of acknowledgment or a word of encouragement can brighten someone’s day more than you can imagine. And even better, if you find someone as weird as you wants to be your friend give it a go! Then you can share about black cats and walking under ladders and all that daily stuff.
🎧🎶 …here, have some Odessa and her timeless anthem to unconditional friendship I Will Be There
