*sigh* sono “sensibilità„ coercitiva a scrivere ed in modo da. Sto avendo alcuni “pensieri„ quei io ho desiderato ripartirmi con voi, il caro lettore quei mysterious e gli amici. Ho trovato un trifoglio frondeggiato cinque questa mattina. Genere di accurato! Umm. se avete il codice del HTML, plopped esso nel vostro commento questa mattina. e se non potessi (e desiderate osservarli) prego lasciolo sapere. Sono un poco fatto pressione per tempo, perché stranamente non potevo dormire la notte scorsa. forse dovuto avere DICIANNOVE (il più finora, mai!) capretti al mio programma ieri O. era il sogno che ho avuto. E quelli memorie passate silly che a volte lo interferiscono ignaro. Ho sognato che qualcuno mi ha dato un'arpa dorata. ed ero REALMENTE specie “dell'infastidito di„ quando ho svegliato!! *LOL* A poco frustrato, pure. Non sono COSÌ musicale propenso, anche se AMO caro ascoltare alcuni tipi di musiche.

Questo sogno particolare lo ha causato “alla corsa indietro a tempo„ al mio… “di meno-che-consolidando„ una memoria particolare di vita di infanzia e. Io si ricordano di molto vividly una stanza nella mia sede di infanzia, quel mio fratello ed io stesso erano reliquated all'occupazione. a TUTTI I tempi a meno che dato permesso specifico dai nostri genitori lasciarlo. Questa stanza contenuta. uno strato, due lampade (una ad ogni estremità dello strato di cui, il lato a mano sinistra era mine). E?? Un piano. Uno Steinway nero gorgeously messo. La relativa presenza nella stanza era abbastanza curiosa a me, perché NESSUNO è stata permessa TOCCARLA!! Nessuno lo ha giocato MAI mai. PERCHÈ era là?? Realmente non ho indizio.

Mi ricordo di un giorno, io ero particolarmente curioso (e. brave!). Ci era nessuno altrimenti nella casa in modo da ho deciso alzare e fare scorrere tranquillamente la copertura di chiave del piano indietro. per esporre quelli che brillano gloriously e le chiavi in bianco e nero estetico soddisfacenti. CRAVING appena per sentire i suoni che potrebbero possibilmente venire da questo piano!! Così. Ho cominciato “plunk„ via, non conoscendo che cosa stavo facendo. Stavo apprezzando semplicemente i vari suoni. Unbenownst a me, mio. madre. had come into the house, and was standing in the room. I can STILL remember the horrible look of extreme anger upon her face- and I remember thinking to myself, “Uh oh.. this is not going to be good.”. I was right. It wasn’t.

For a very, very, v-e-r-y long time afterwards, I was unable to listen to ANY music coming from a piano- no matter what the melody or lyrics. It caused me to become physically ill- and was extraordinarily distasteful to me. GREAT and unbelievably tragic feelings of.. dread and endless hopelessness would cover me in waves.

There’s a point in my sharing.. please hang in there with me. After many years of having this peculiarly destructive reaction to piano music- I decided to.. actively think about how I could change this visceral reaction that I was having e-v-e-r-y time I was hearing the music of a piano. After all, I told myself.. “It’s NOT the piano itself that was mean.. it was.. a PERSON.”. And?? So- I changed my perception into something that is NOW a very joyous and pleasurable event, when I am hearing some piano music that truly resonates within my very heart and soul. People CAN change!! When they are able to have that little sparkle of “self- actualization” that.. perhaps they are “missing out, or.. mis- interpreting” something in life. Whatever the “something” is, totally depends upon the individual.

I AM so totally grateful, AND immeasurably happy to be ABLE to listen to piano music without any of those horrible “past memories that were wrapped in black ribbons of hopelessness and fear”. Truly, I am. I L-O-V-E listening- as (to me) sometimes I think of it as.. lullabies that I never received- but am now able to appreciate. Life IS good.. sometimes it is BETTER than merely “good”.. it can be downright miraculous!

I did find a FIVE leafed clover this morning, along with my usual 4- leafed ones. Yep, I took a picture (of ALL of my findings this morning!).. along with THIS one, which I am wanting to share with you, dear reader(s). It is evidence that.. a small hurricane named Tooey.. blasted through my living room this morning- whilst I was asleep. As I am planning on making tamales (with banana leaves- not corn!), I am.. HOPING that there is someone who is.. liking to possibly CLEAN?? Such are the events and ponderings.. of MY life.. being lived in the tone of “G”. *LOL* Oooohhhh yeah! Umm, also? “Happy Sparkle Thoughts” of an infinite amount of positive energies, LOVE, encouragement, and genuine kindness as you go about your day and evening.
Here’s the evidence of “Hurricane Tooey”, with.. Bella gazing longingly out the sliding glass door- wanting to “play with HER squirrel”! Life IS pretty fun for me. I guess it’s all a matter of perception.

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by Kindness and Caring that is called Sue