Talking 10/21/25

Sometimes there are tornadoes

The world spinning round and round on the outside

As I stand observing from the inside

In the eye of it all

In my own hell, or well, of emotions

Noticing the chaos

Barbie and Ken dolls running amuck

Safety nets ripped to shreds

People hating and killing others

Thugs being bullies to innocent, scared children

And

Noticing the beauty

A precious, brand new little one

Tail-wagging puppies and kittens tickling children

A breathtaking oil painting sky

Leaves changing colors and gently spiraling in the wind

A song, a smile, a yearning

Is it that my focus makes it more alive?

Gives it more energy?

Am I the observer creating chapters?

What then is our story? My story? Mother Earth's?

What of it all ? I wonder

When all I want is to wander more freely

Meet even more kind and good people

Experience more of Mother Earth's luscious gifts

Smell more flowers

Bathe in the woods

Bask in the sun

Watch the sky change colors

Read more words

Write more words

Make the world even more beautiful

Add to this epic novel

Being a human...me

With a Soul inside

What of this life?

What

Of

This

Life?