Plus, to paraphrase Meghan Trainor (by John Roedel, below):
"I'm all 'bout that poem, 'bout that poem
I'm all 'bout that poem
'Bout that poem
Hey
Hey
Hey hey
Ooh
You know you love this poem
A ah ah ah yeah"... 💓
It is indeed Feel Good Friday and, as is tradition, five items below of beauty, interest, and humor to brighten/enlighten your day/weekend/week. Enjoy!
~ A Photographer’s Old College Classmates, Back Then and Now: The portraits in “Reunion” deliver a visual consistency that feels both plain and profound.
~ Let's Grow Some Flowers! Learn to grow amazing flowers from your Cute Root card when you follow our instructions.
~ His books on Rosa Parks and MLK were banned. Here’s what this South Florida author did: “If you’re taking the lessons of Rosa Parks, you have to fight back,” said the creator of the Ordinary People Change the World series, which profiles historic figures including Abraham Lincoln, Frida Kahlo, Helen Keller and Neil Armstrong for kids.
~ A Hundred Falling Veils: there's a poem in every day (Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer
~ Dogwood Refillery: Dogwood Refillery's mission extends beyond just low-waste, but being conscious in every aspect of life to be sustainable.
BOOK: The Monocle Book of Gentle Living: A guide to slowing down, enjoying more and being happy by Tyler Brûlé, Andrew Tuck, Josh Fehnert, Joe Pickard
POEM: by John Roedel
POEM: by John Roedel
I have now taken 47.5 lumbering trips around the sun to observe the human experience and here is a brief recap on a little I have learned so far:
QUOTE: “The shortest route to manifesting a better life is to be in a state of mindful appreciation of the present, acceptance of the past, and excitement for the future.” ~ Anthon St. Maarten
The angriest people are usually
the ones who are the most afraid.
Empathy is a very under-taught
subject in our schools.
People who can’t laugh at themselves
make for terrible comedians.
If you mix Daiquiri Ice and Chocolate
ice cream at Baskin Robbins you’ll know
exactly what heaven tastes like.
Not enough people take the time
to jump in puddles.
We somehow normalized giving
our guns baby names and naming
our babies after guns.
The inside of our eyelids play
the same monster movies over and over.
Dandelions aren’t weeds. No, they aren’t. Stop arguing with me.
A womb is a temple of miracles where souls and bodies form the most perfectly strange communities.
By the way, hospice beds are the exact same.
Politics make for terrible eyeglasses
to see the world through.
There are not enough books written about lighthouses and way too many about vampires.
We take part in so many things that
don’t bring us joy all in the name of “tradition”.
The best naps happen during rainstorms.
Our cell phones have more plans
than our actual lives.
We fetishize butterflies a little
too much, I mean, come on.
Kissing is magic. If a kiss doesn’t
feel magical then it isn’t one. It’s just
lip chores.
We choose if the holes in our hearts
kill us or turn us into woodwind instruments.
Rivers have taught me as much about God
as Sunday School ever did.
If we stare up into the stars long enough
we will feel this little tug on the threads of
our spirit. It will be like the pull of a magnet.
We are drawn upwards. We are attracted to
the expanse. We are being called to return
where it is we came from. We come to know
that everything out there in the endless field
of celestial delights came from the same burst
of creation that eventually formed us. And those
thoughts are gently pulling on us every time we
gaze up into the night sky.
Trees make really wonderful life coaches.
Whenever we hold hands with each other
our pulses try their best to synchronize.
There should be an Olympic sport
that is all about untangling extension cords.
Eating a hamburger while sitting
on the hood of a car is something
people should go do more often.
Our memories should never have
walls to them. We should be able
to visit them without getting stuck.
We treat grief like it’s a summer storm
-as if it’s a temporary event that will
quickly pass. It won’t. Grief is a comet.
It terraforms our world.
Grief doesn’t always destroy us - but it
changes the shape of our continents.
We hide too much beautiful art in places
where we only people who don’t care
about art can afford to see it.
I think whomever created pulp-free orange juice didn’t quite understand what orange juice is.
Sex in movies makes people cringe more than
mass murder in movies and that probably makes the angels weep.
Mothers should be given 10% discounts. Everywhere.
The best name any flower has ever
been given is “Baby’s Breath”.
Kindness is elemental.
A slow drive down a dirt road with the exact right song playing can be a baptism.
I’m hopeful that we have finally
reached the saturation point
of reality tv shows involving
angry neighbors and retired judges.
Although, I can’t quite prove it yet, I think every gust of wind is a ghost trying to win a race.
Our hearts are sponges. What we put in is what squeezes out.
When we fall in love we don’t actually fall. We float. We become weightless.
We have turned the expectations of other people into anchors that we wear our our necks. We are curving our spines by trying to fit in.
Airplanes look they shouldn’t work but somehow they do and we just get over it ~and that is the kind of shoulder shrugging we should do for people who live their lives in ways that we don’t understand.
Listening to new music is an easy way to turn our minds into gates instead of bank vaults.
People are good - some of them just forget it.
We put way too many people in prisons, boxes, their places, in timeout and in hell.
If the universe can still be expanding after all this time then I should willing to do the same. Every morning we become a newborn galaxy. Every breath we take is a baby sun. Every word of kindness we speak can build a new Earth in someone else’s heart.
Nobody can tell you how to heal.
There should be more cupcakes. I know
there are already a bunch of cupcakes, I
just think there should be more.
QUOTE: “The shortest route to manifesting a better life is to be in a state of mindful appreciation of the present, acceptance of the past, and excitement for the future.” ~ Anthon St. Maarten
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