Busy Day

/ robertcday

Well, folks – it’s one am and I’m finally on my bed ready to sleep. It’s been a lovely, but busy day. Having said that – I didn’t actually do much. Not really.

First off was a three and a half mile walk to the car boot sale at which I bought precisely nothing. Result! 🙂

Then … oh, no – tiredness has overtaken me! Other things happened, including a walk in the woods, a picnic by the river, a snooze on the sofa, a Sunday dinner, a late movie and this note to y’all.

If I was more awake I would give you a message, like ‘always be optimistic about finding pixie dust down the market’, but being as I’m mostly asleep I’ll just say ‘good night and thanks for sharing this planet with me’.

Sweet dreams.

32 thoughts on “Busy Day”

    • Realised that I’m living a life that’s already covered in pixie dust. Just have to keep that vision and live it every day. So fortunate to be me. I must have performed some good karma at some point.

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  5. Little pokes- like about the pixie dust is one of the reasons I like your writings. They come out of no where- well really somewhere- because maybe I’m preempting them sometimes and they are just savoury pieces that make smiling make sense.

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    • I regret, sometimes, that I don’t also record the context for my posts. They seem crystal clear at the time but when I come across them later I don’t always remember why I wrote what I wrote. How’s your memory?

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      • Some posts can be like that for me. If they are abstract. But I’m actually the opposite. I’ll read a post of mine and know exactly what I was talking about. Been that way since I first started journaling.

        Memory outside of blogging though, is a bit stinch.

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            • I’m feeling out of sorts right now. This is the kind of mood in which I run across bridges trailing fire. Those that won’t brave the flames or can’t swim or don’t want to get wet never see me again. Stay close.

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            • I’m supposed to stay close to a man whose trailing fire. Am I supposed to catch on too? And then we rocket jet outta the system? Maybe we jump into water, not knowing how to swim, to escape the flames. Maybe we want the heat?

              Braving flames can also mean death, just like water taking over a weakened swimmer. And sometimes having that zest and power to jump out of either, can come only with the sincere and instinctual desire to live. Reaching that point and seeing and feeling it for ourselves, can very well be what drives us to be a better individual.

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