Crawl under your car
and marvel at the intricacies.
Climb the tree in the backyard.
Sit on the roof at sunset,
watch the evening news through the fishbowl,
and cut the grass with scissors.
Wear mismatched socks.
Tie a balloon around your wrist
and take pictures of your toes
in various poses.
Write a love letter to the man or woman in line
at the grocery store.
The one in front or behind.
Or both.
Eat dessert first
then dance through the house blind-folded
while singing (loudly) with Annie Lennox,
Louis Armstrong,
and/or Jonsi. Only then
will your heart be sufficiently open to hear
the preposterous, exquisite, luculent
stories waiting inside you.
Love it. And love the word luculent. I need to use it more often! :) Thanks for sharing!
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