10 Me Things
I do not place stock in dreams. But they are fun, and they are fascinating. And, in my case, involve famous people.
So, every morning I go over my dream.
Of late, my two dreamy best friends are the Prince and Princess of Wales.
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Water. Coffee. Turmeric Tea. Wine.
That’s my liquid. No soda. No beer. And never anything sweet.
Sometimes wine takes a backseat to whisky. Currently I am on a Japanese whisky exploration. It’s a bit expensive but oh so warming to sip.
But my routine starts, middles and ends with water.
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Outwardly my public self is earthy and boyish, with a bedhead-who-cares vibe.
In my post-shower state, though, I’m a gentle hint of a fruity floral mist … of the apple, magnolia and sandlewood kind.
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I attempt a New York Times puzzle every morning. Keyword is attempt.
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My inbox gets an unread clean sweep, daily. Gmail has really become a lot of noise. I’d get rid of the thing but I need it for half my logins.
Unfortunately, this means periodically binning an actual message from someone I actually know. So, my apologies if you’ve not heard back from me. Next time, text.
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When I can find a rubber band, somewhere in my hair will be a hidden braid.
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Since birth, I have been aware of my Faith. But Faith was something I owned, like a disgarded box in a dusty corner.
About eight years ago I began to visit that corner. And those visits became a thing I privately did. Quietly taking the room in, I still had this feeling of being “over there” when in that space.
One day, on a drive up over a mountain, I experienced a blue-light flash that lasted less than a second and chronicled my entire life. In the depths of that flash then came from me a single admission and a single plea. Which was then followed by something that I can only describe as an all enveloping hug.
From that time, Faith is the soft comfortable fabric and shield covering my whole being.
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By the way, that is the first time I’ve been able to describe that mountain moment. It’s taken me four years.
See, now THIS is exactly why I write. I’ve been waiting for the right words to explain that.
Wow. What a gift.
Okay, moving on … where was I?
Right. Number 8.
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Every day I pause for Nature.
It could be to watch a squirrel. Or a cloud. Water flowing. A person. A spider web.
Whatever. Who cares. I’m a fan.
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Visine. Chapstick. Glasses. These are my daily musts.
All other things are gravy in my book.
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In my tiny circle, I am around nice people. And nice people are just so, well … Nice.
I leave agendas to the gameplayers, to score amongst themselves. Long since removed from that rubbish, I am free to have a lovely day, every day.
Oh sure, it doesn’t always go as planned. Sometimes nonsense gets in. And I’m bummed when it does.
But I try, and I always give it another go.
It’s just that simple, and it’s probably the part that I like most about being me.
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