*sigh* eu sou “sentimento” compelido datilografar e assim que eu devo. Eu estou tendo alguns “pensamentos” esses mim quis compartilhar com você, o caro leitor aqueles misteriosos, e os amigos. EU encontrei um trevo folheado cinco esta manhã. Tipo de puro! Umm. se você tivesse o código do HTML, eu plopped o em seu comentário esta manhã. e se eu não poderia (e você desejasse o ver) deixo-me por favor saber. Eu sou um pouco pressionado por o tempo, porque eu era curiosa incapaz de dormir última noite. talvez devido a ter DEZENOVE (o mais assim distante, sempre!) miúdos em meu programa ontem OU. era o sonho que eu tive. E aqueles memórias passadas silly que me travam às vezes inconsciente. Eu sonhei que alguém me deu um harp dourado. e eu era REALMENTE sorte do “irritado” quando eu acordei!! *LOL* A pouco frustrado, também. Eu não sou ASSIM musical inclined, embora eu AME cara escutar alguns tipos de música.

Este sonho particular causou-me ao “curso para trás a tempo” ao meu… “menos-do que-nurturing” uma memória da vida da infância e a particular. Eu recordam muito vividly um quarto em meu repouso da infância, esse meu irmão e eu mesmo eram reliquated a ocupar. em TODOS OS tempos a menos que permissão específica dada de nossos pais deixá-la. Este quarto contido. um couch, duas lâmpadas (uma em cada extremidade do couch- de que, o lado da mão esquerda era meu). E?? Um piano. Um Steinway preto gorgeously crafted. Sua presença no quarto era completamente curiosa a mim, porque NINGUÉM foi permitida TOCAR n!! Ninguém jogou-o SEMPRE sempre. POR QUE era lá?? Eu não tenho realmente NENHUM indício.

Eu recordo um dia, mim era particularmente curioso (e. bravo!). Não havia ninguém mais na casa assim que eu decidi-me levantar e deslizar quietamente para trás a tampa da chave do piano. para expo aqueles que brilham gloriously, e satisfazendo aesthetically chaves pretas e brancas. Eu apenas CRAVING para ouvir os sons que puderam possivelmente vir deste piano!! Assim. Eu comecei “plunk” afastado, não sabendo o que eu fazia. Eu apreciava simplesmente os vários sons. Unbenownst a mim, meu. mãe. 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