shine on. little pockets.
yeah we all shine on.
like the moon and the stars and the sun .
sitting over here thinking back.
allowing my mind to head over to
a younger mw. probably worrying about
why some dude wasn’t calling. sitting
in a green vinyl bean bag chair, paying liitle
attention to the nightly news until they broke in
with the announcement that he had been shot, that
he was no longer of this earth.
he was one who i was so drawn to. always intrigued
by his crazy thoughts and provoking words. never
understanding what he was doing with such an odd girl.
understanding later his love for her.
his words greet you as you enter my brightly painted kitchen.
along with om shanti om. two simple phrases that grab me
each day and remind me of my best self and where i want the
day to take me.
i put them up on my chalkboard wall last year on the
anniversary of the day he left us. leaving it up as a daily
reminder of the shine we each hold.
and somedays i just forget to look and after trudging through
the muck of somedays, i walk in the kitchen to grab a glass of
water and look up and the she is. setting there along with my
..om shanti om..
and allow that smile that has been missing to push the full
cheeks up high.
we all shine on.
peace and shine this thursday.