This has been one of those grand days where my life has changed dramatically in tiny increments since I woke up this morning. At this late stage of life I haven't lost much hair or many teeth. I never had big muscles so that's no worry. Worries and anxieties and guilt are dropping like flies, though.
Slowly it dawns on me that love is the ultimate form of communication. I've written, sung, preached, ranted and raved for most of my life. I'm shy. Sometimes I need a running start. It hit me like a ton of bricks while Jamaica and I walked in the park early today- love is the only surefire means of expressing anything at all.
Keep an eye on me, will ya? If I veer off on the negative path, remind me of this promise. I deal in love. That's what I do.
Worry is a strange form of mental self mutilation.
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