A Morning of Yawns

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“One of the tasks of true friendship is to listen compassionately and creatively to the hidden silences. Often secrets are not revealed in words, they lie concealed in the silence between the words or in the depth of what is unsayable between two people.” ~ John O’Donohue

“Your friends will know you better in the first minute you meet than your acquaintances will know you in a thousand years.” ~ Richard Bach

“We understand more than we know.” ~ Margaret Atwood

It is a morning of yawns. If only that was an omen for the day. Not likely. It’s a speedy world out there. Sluggishness is weakness. I tell myself to relax and enjoy the ride, and it, for the most part, works. Meanwhile, the yawns feel pretty good too. I’m having difficulty thinking of anything to write about. One thing that is on my mind is Idiot Compassion. Basically that means allowing, out of compassion, someone to walk all over you. It’s obviously not a good idea. Tends to play hell with your self-esteem. But at least you were compassionate. Nuff said. Rosie the cat is laying on the bed to my left. She’s kind of logey this morning. Me too, right? I’m at the tail-end of the coffee and still no wake-up call. Oh, well. I always perk right up when I get out and about and moving. It usually calms down the racing thoughts as well. There are benefits, beyond the paycheck. Now, come to realize that this is about all I’ve got this morning. Whatever. There’s plenty of time to write later on.

Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.

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