Random Thoughts on a Wednesday

Every day and/or night I: Eat an apple, drink grapefruit juice or eat a grapefruit, floss and water pick, detest loud commercials, read, drink two cups of black coffee, use moisturizer, daydream, think about my work, my books, and wonder if anyone is reading TG right now, or has it on their nightstand, or after reading it they casually look at it on their bookshelf as they select another book, or see it in the bookstore and pick it up look at it but something stops them from buying it

My youngest brother was a roadie for Pantera; they were friends when Pantera was a garage band. My oldest brother has a band called Trashbags. My slightly younger brother was in a blues band. I was never in a band.

I texted 90999 to Haiti on my cell phone and marvel at how we can do these things now while sitting on our couches.

I can't stand to touch peaches - that furred skin...if there was no one to peel my peaches, I'd never have one.

I've never had a massage because I have touch issues. I hate it when I go have my haircut and they massage my shoulders. I tense so it has the opposite affect/effect.

I miss my son and little Norah Kathryn and now have dreams about her. We all have the same color hair.

I'm not a member of classmates.com but they insist on sending me emails constantly that I immediately delete.

Gratitude is important and the one thing that often is shoved aside in the blur that can be life, but it is a necessity or else we shrivel.

Right now, this moment, at 9:04 AM I watch my hands on the keyboard, my fingers flying as I type (I type very fast), the blood running through my veins, my heart beating, I am breathing without thinking but now I am thinking about the breathing and it alters that breathing so that I don't want to think about it, I am hungry and my brain and stomach work together to let me know this (what a marvel our bodies are!), my eyes are brown, my hair has a few threads of gray but I don't color it, I am surprised I have a flat stomach at 52, Jake the Black Labrador is staring at me and sometimes he disappears if the light in the house is very low--little Maggie Lou is outside teasing squirrels or it is the other way around, the creek sings loud from all the rain and the snow melt, and right here right now, I am alive and one day I won't be alive and that's the hardest thing for humans to accept or understand or imagine-that Goneness, but no matter, for right this moment, everything about me is Alive....

So, now - go do the day. But first, tell me: what are you feeling Right At This Moment? What are you Aware Of Right Now . . .