Sunday Scribbles - Dear Past me - Present Me

Dearest past me,

I feel the greatest need to give voice to what I personally know as your years ahead.

At this time in your life you believe that so much matters.

You spend so much energy wasted in the pursuit of your future by spreading yourself so thin.
Most all that you work so hard for now you will not have in tens years.

Keep your spirit of love, the memories will yield life’s greatest tender.

Live, Dance and Love.

Examine all opportunities; a life with open doors is something you will never regret.
You will regret the things that you haven’t done more then the things you have done.

Try to stop being the peacemaker for the troublemakers; it is easier to avoid most of these situations,

Grow some thicker skin, or understand that words can’t hurt you.
Go to extraordinary lengths to be an ordinary, it is ok.

I know at times you have wondered why you have made the choices you have made. You made choices based on what you thought you knew, in the grandiose picture you will find that this is where wisdom is born.

Look to the stars and Believe.

There is a boy name Bill Gates [Invest in Microsoft]

Peace..
Your loving friend-Hindsight

Dearest Future Me,

Save me a place to Live, Dance and Love.

Find us a place for comfort in our surroundings.

At the end of our path there will be a handful of people who will really care.

Let your words be kind and generous.

Keep your spirit of love; the memories are life’s greatest tender.

Look to the stars and Fear nothing.

Believe in everything.

Peace...

Your loving friend-Insight

written for Sunday Scribblings... Thank you for the prompt.

Bubble baths?? Meet Abbey.

This week's Sunday Scribblings asks: How did you meet your significant other, your best friend, your dog, your nemesis? On the flip side of that, are there any people in your life you have lost touch with who you wonder about?

Bubble baths aren't just for kids....meet Abbey.

Abbey was a gift.
A gift to encourage smiles and laughter, a very large expectation for such a tiny little spirit.
A gift for a leary heart, not wanting to committ so soon if ever again to another pet.

My husband walked up behind me as I sat quietly down by the pond watching the tallest of lily's sway into the gentle breeze. On occassion a tiny bubble would rise in the water where a fish kissed the surface.

I was content.
My heart no longer ached for my little girl Katie, a Shitz Tzu of 2 years old before she passed.
My Katie died from Lupus no matter my efforts to save her.

I heard my husband coming not turning to look, preferring to feel him as he approached as I often did.
Closing my eyes, listening for him I heard nothing more of his approach.
For a second I thought I felt a small cold spot on my arm.
When I turned to look at my arm, there she was.
All 6 ounces of happiness, a dark haired ball of fur with big dark eyes was lickiing with what appeared to be the tiniest little pink tongue I had ever seen let alone felt.

I looked up at my husband who seemed to be very proud of his gift...he is smiling with much pleasure.
Looking back down at what was now a pink belly with ears rolling in the tall grass, I discovered love again.
It was love at first sight.

Abbey is 14 years now...what a gift she has been.
Thank you honey, thank you Abbey.
I am smiling.