It’s been a dark, cruel winter. Decades ago, Bananarama sang about a cruel summer.
“Hot summer streets and the pavements are burning
I sit around
Trying to smile but the air is so heavy and dry”
Just substitute out the word “summer” for “winter”. Such a word substitution captures the first quarter of this year for me. I didn’t quite get that song before. However, I now feel that song in a different way.
I could say some things are getting better. And, I’m trying to be proactive in how I try to right this life-ship.
I’m a spring baby. A Taurus. I’m stubborn but look forward to rejuvenation. Hope springs eternal.
Categories: Culture, current events, death, mental health, Pop Culture, Psychology, The Seasons
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TaKinG in the Change of SeaSons
Weather Changing As Well as Months
Come and Go Finding Peace in the DarK
Dear Miriam
And LiGHT
Dancing in the
Rain Singing in the
Snow if It Ever Comes
Dreaming of Today MaKinG NoW Real
With SMiLes oh to Cover Barren Wheels With New
Rubber
Yes To Re-Tire
And Become One With
Seasons and Weather Satisfied
Complete Yes With the Friction
Of the Day And Night God Yes
Every iNHaLE of Peace
EXHaLE oF LoVE
Rings Change
of Day And
NiGHT NoW NewLY
More Colorful Than Ever Before WiTH SMiLes..:)
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