Dear you,
My morning sound-scape fetaured monstrous children screaming and running all over the condo landing . . . stomp stomp stomp scream scream scream scream. This added to my annoyance after hearing how POTUS thought yesterday's hearing (Mueller testimony) went his way! No sign of concern about Russian election interference. No sign of anything but his usual spin. I was hating everybody and about to go all out misanthrope today. But why should I swallow that poison?
So, as a remedy, my task was to find beauty in the local humanity scene. I looked hard and discovered:
1. My banker dude at the local branch is very cool and lovely.
2. The man doing external wall repair on building #1 is working with a kind of grace and efficiency.
3. The owner of a unit perpendicular to mine greeted me during a balcony encounter with an actual morning smile and wave (instead of the typical head-down-into-phone pose).
4. And finally, I realized that are dancers all around us.
The last point and the photo aren't meant to be literal. But there are those who artfully occupy this space, this body, and make everything beautiful.
Do you see them too?
Please look. Better still, please "dance" through and into all things. I am on task to do that 24-7, even if my aged-attempts at chorus-girl high kicks lands me on the tile floor with a big, bad bang. Just consider it pay-back to the monstrous kids down below :)
Happy Day and Love,
Joyce
Gal from everywhere has landed in Florida. This is my random diary, open for you, darling, talking about culture shock, money gigs, politics, pop, and simply . . . BEING HERE. XOXOXO
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