Seems that 31 October 2014 was a good day for writing – 3 posts came up in my FB feed today. Of the 3, I decided I liked this one best. If you’re interested, the original post can be found here.
People think of baggage,
as something that is bad,
to be discarded soon as,
the opportunity is had.
But baggage can be useful,
for storing things you need,
to grow and learn and change from,
old life lessons you should heed.
New baggage is the hardest,
it’s lines are sharp and cruel,
painful corners on the cases,
where you’ve been played a fool.
Old baggage can be comfortable
as it fits like second skin,
especially on the corners,
where it’s been broken in.
Recognise your baggage,
whichever style it be,
you paid for all it’s excess weight,
you know nothing comes for free.
Understand the reason that you packed it,
with all the tales it tells,
save what you deem as valuable,
and leave the rest on the carousel.
I never expected to fall in love again. Certainly not with a younger man, and especially not with a younger man who speaks a different language! There are moments when I seriously question my judgement; like when I notice his disregard for bodily hygiene, and his undeveloped table manners. Oh, but when he smiles and hugs me my heart blossoms and overflows with happiness and I find I can forgive him anything – after all a baby grandson is a precious miracle.
Yesterday was such a lovely Spring day that I foolishly made Plans for today. I was going to get out in the garden, plant plants, mow the lawn, spray the weeds (I even stopped and bought a backpack sprayer on the way home yesterday). However, my Plans are not to be, as a fine misty drizzle has settled in. Oh well, inside it is then, now, where’s the alcohol ….inks!