Random Thoughts

I wrote a couple of years ago about being a person who STOPS. Stops for lemonade stands.   Stops for mariachi bands practicing unexpectedly in parking lots.   Stops for wicker love seats left on the side of the road that just need a little tender loving care and a new home. I am happy to be a person who stops.   It feels like who I AM.   It is an integral part of what makes me me . And look, I am not staying that ME is any better than anyone else .   It is just that I have been reminded all day today how the rest of the world, at least the people who pass the Big Yellow House, are not like me.   And I find it so strange. It has been months since I did a “front gate project” – a term I coined for “events” I plan and put up on our front gate.   (And it is literally now GATE and not gate S , because we still only have one front gate since the unfortunate “car runs into house” episode that happened last October…) Anyway, I h...

A Person Who Stops Let me continue to be – a person who STOPS. Stops to smell the lilacs blooming. Stops to buy a glass of lemonade. Stops to admire baby bunnies. Stops to ask about the protest sign. Stops to watch the sun setting or rising. Stops to hear night time “Taps” from the neighboring base. Stops to read the missing cat poster. Stops to hear the music (and dance a jig). Stops to admire the graffiti. Stops to ask, “How old is the baby?”. Stops to let you in in traffic. Stops to listen to the bird singing. Stops to talk in the grocery aisle. Stops to pick up a sea shell. Stops to thank a veteran. Stops to watch a caterpillar crawl. Stops to share a peach. Stops to give a ride. Stops. To feel the sadness. To enjoy life. To live. Stop.