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I really don’t know clouds at all

It just looks like one of my brains

I can’t help but think about Joni Mitchell’s beautiful, iconic song Both Sides Now.  I guess just the end of the year coming to a close, life seemingly the same but really so much has changed. The fear of the unknown, knowing you’re not sure of anything really. I don’t know, I think we all need to listen to melancholy music. Just to feel something, instead of dissociating. A dark cloud over your head can bring another perspective. Got to look at clouds from both sides…

Joni Mitchell’s Both Sides Now

Rows and flows of angel hair

And ice cream castles in the air

And feather canyons everywhere

I’ve looked at clouds that way

But now they only block the sun

They rain and snow on everyone

So many things I would’ve done

But clouds got in the way

I’ve looked at clouds from both sides now

From up and down, and still somehow

It’s cloud illusions, I recall

I really don’t know clouds at all

Moons and Junes and Ferris wheels

The dizzy dancin’ way you feel

As every fairy tale comes real

I’ve looked at love that way

But now it’s just another show

You leave ’em laughin’ when you go

And if you care, don’t let them know

Don’t give yourself away

I’ve looked at love from both sides now

From give and take, and still somehow

It’s love’s illusions, I recall

I really don’t know love at all

Tears and fears and feeling proud

To say “I love you” right out loud

Dreams and schemes and circus crowds

I’ve looked at life that way

But now old friends are acting strange

They shake their heads, they say I’ve changed

Well, something’s lost, but something’s gained

In living every day

I’ve looked at life from both sides now

From win and lose and still somehow

It’s life’s illusions, I recall

I really don’t know life at all

I’ve looked at life from both sides now

From up and down, and still somehow

It’s life’s illusions, I recall

I really don’t know life at all

Ugh, I’m such a sappy, crappy person. Let me just blah, blah, blah

Shy Birdo

Shy Birdo

Saying hi,

And sending love from my little family’s nest to your little family’s nest.

What is love if not wishing the very best for everyone and holding them in your heart for always, even if they’re not here? Even if they’ll never witness it? Even if it’s a little weird and ridiculous…I guess, let it get weird, and show off your goofy, weirdo smile…

Let it be as awkward as possible!

That would be weirdo birdo!

Mush Morning

Mush morning half head!

Sometimes mush mornings start at 10 o’clock at night, sometimes at 3 in the afternoon, when your sleep was more like a power nap and you need to rush to get the kids from school. Sometimes it’s a mush morning at 3 am with the night so quiet you can sit and think and savor your warm cuppa joe, before the chaos begins. Whatever time it is, be a little mushy! Write what you’re thinking and sip sip sip. Then doodle a thing or two. Meditate. Or not. Make a pancake breakfast at night. Sun salutations or moon salutations, it’s an ever ending circle turning, turning ’round. Yin yang, night day. There’s not much left to ponder really. I have begun to love each day I wake, it’s a miracle we’re all even here right now, so I’m learning to be grateful just to be breathin’ breathing, breathe…

Rise and Mush

Your new daily dose of coffee head cup? With a new saying on the cup each day? Hmmm.

Could I start a new mush everyday with a morning cup of half head in your coffee cup, saying something obnoxious like …rise and shine?

I think that would be redundantly ridiculous! And grow old, but then I’ll forget about it for a while and not do any… and them bam! give you a dose of half head coffee cup man again! What do you say? Sound refreshing like a nice warm cup of tea or coffee?

Here is the first one and I laughed and laughed and said, did I forget how to draw half head? Because this looks like a potato head!

Have a ridiculously good morning!