Right at this second, I’m HUGELY thankful that there’s going to be an Awesome Bloggers VidChat in an hour or so. Because I need it. When I’m chatting and surrounded with people (awesome people, at that – you should check us out some Friday evening) I can zone into the moment without having to think. Without having to be in my brain. Because sometimes (often?) that turns into a rather forbidding place.
My first is in wonder and awesome and wise
I wanted to wend it but stopped in surprise
I was going to update you all on the situation with Husby and his meds and his health. At the moment I can only say I’m as confused as ever. But I’m not as ‘down’ as I usually am. Mostly because I’m choosing to focus on my up-coming (if 18 months(ish) is really a short enough time-period to be deserving of the term ‘up-coming’) Bloggy Tour Of America. And I think trying to juggle a three-week visit to the US would be a real pain with a baby in tow. So there’s that.
My second in war is so ready to rend
But not present in midst and knocked off of the end
But Husby does have another appointment on Thursday, and though the results of the last appointment seem cautiously optimistic, I don’t want to run on ahead and jump back on that rug of hope without first knowing All The Facts. So I won’t. But I am HUGELY thankful that we live in a country where it’s easy to get an appointment to be seen by a specialist, and that this privilege and any treatments don’t cost an arm and a leg.
My third is simply, delightfully ME
But it’s never in ‘team’ where you’d think it would be
It’s been a guest-post-a-rama week for me, with TWO going up across at Kristi’s and Beths, and then TWO more to come next week, at new-person-Jenn’s and Kristi’s (again), and just…WOW! I feel like having a Sally Field moment…
My fourth is too wonderful; trusted and true
It fits to a ‘t’ what you want it to do
I discovered a WONDERFUL article about six things every extrovert has to deal with. And it’s really, really good. And fits me nearly perfectly. Except that y’all know that as well as being a whacky, outrageously over-confident (at times), downright flirt of a person, I’m also a deep, philosophical, quirky unicorn. And you’ve seen me sad. But I THRIVE on interaction. And if you wanted to make me shrivel, taking that from me would do it in no time. Just take away your YOU-ness and your interaction, and watch me wither.
My fifth is enigma, not empty in vain
But a vowel you employ in ergo, gone and wane
I was given the opportunity to practice the Our Land principles I love so much when some
stupid fucker unthinking person left a fairly rude comment at the end of Part 1 of the Getting Old set I wrote for Kristi. After a slightly (knee)jerk-y reaction, I was able to find my Zen and remember to treat her with compassion and empathy and not make further inflammatory remarks. Orrrrrrrr maybe I got somehow booted off Facebook (where I was ranting at Kristi about it) and needed to regroup and figure out how to delete cookies so I could get back on, and by the time I’d done all that, I found I’d let it go. The upshot was that I didn’t go back and write something properly nasty to her, which I could have easily done at first. So there’s that.
My sixth is just peachy, and if you move fast
You might get it pinched cos it’s there on your…
So not only did I get thoroughly well received for my words this week, but also as a person (*squeeeeeeeeee*) by an entirely new (to me) and shinyfabulous person, poet and all-round LOVELYNEWFRIEND Laura, with whom I instantly bonded over the correct place to keep a Useful Fork (handbag vs bra…), writing (we both know why it sometimes has a captial ‘W’), how to be a fantasy villainess, and SHOES! And so much more. This evening she popped the cherry on top of the lovely multi-layered with rainbow sprinkles sundae of the week by creating a brand new Friday blog-hop and FEATURING ME IN IT! Wow!
My seventh is hardly hung up on excess
Once in scratch, once in itch but not there in success
Excess, I discovered last night, is a Bad Thing. We went on a date, which was a bit spontaneous and totally lovely, and we had *such* fun talking the night away and spending a Proper Evening Out together. Buuuut I definitely ate too much and felt the worse for wear! However. It was a total marriage win, so there’s that.
My eighth is in feelings which make you go *squeeee*
In whispers in ears and in ‘wonderfully’
Trust. Not ‘new’ trust, but developing, and feeling safe to share (in advance, for feedback and to allay the panic) feelings which do NOT make me go *squeeeeeeeeeeeee*, but rather make me want to run for the hills, and which are going to be published on Monday (Jenn’s – remember?) on the topic of mental health, and child- and teenage- depression. Um,…mine. Watch this space. (Well – watch it on Monday)
My ninth is always the best way to start
When it comes to the alphamabetical part
And MUCH more alphabet is contained in the SECOND Goodreads book I’ve won, which arrived today and I’m VERY excited about.
My tenth is a rolling, rambunctuous sound
“Where r u?” you ask it; “Where can you be found?”
My darlings, it’s the sound of laughter – and it’s in proliferation in the Awesome Bloggers VidChat, to which I now make my way…
My special last letter (we’re done now, you see)
Is the centre of what’s beating inside of me.
(did you get it?)
What’s inside of you this weekend? What’s been making you Thankful? I’d love to know…