Sometimes you find yourself at a crossroad and you wonder, what would Beyonce do, and you think of Robert Frost, and all you know is that you want to take the road that Donald Trump is not taking.
Curve balls, and potholes. Faulty floorboards, and GOP presidential hopefuls that appear to have graduated from Ringling Bros.and Barnum & Bailey Clown College. There is so much out there that can go so terribly, horribly wrong, and yet, this morning brought a pink sky. A dappled, and artistic painting of something more. Sometimes I can’t see, even with glasses, even pulling myself up to within an inch, I cannot see what I need to see.
And then I wait. I get quiet. And I wait for the truth to come floating up to the surface like Jaque Cousteau used to do after exploring the deep dark sea The Undersea World of Jaque Coustea. That French accent always seduced me, and made me pay attention to what he found down there.
The right answer comes. Even though sometimes it is hard won, and you have to cry some tears, maybe a lot of tears, to get at it. The right answer comes. Sometimes it isn’t easy to see, or feel, or it comes in a tricky box that doesn’t necessarily open the way good sense would tell you, but other times it is wrapped in love. Pure and simple. And all you have to do is take it. Just like that.
2 thoughts on “gratitude-a-thon day 815: get quiet, get answers”
Always loved Cousteau and the Calypso too!