525 GOLDILOCKS COMES TO CALL ...

So, yesterday I received an email from a dear friend—"Debbi" to be exact.
Annie, she writes, check out post 520.
You wrote your true name and your sister's, as well.
If you didn't slip those clues into your story, purposely, you might want to edit.

Thank you, 'Deb' for catching my mistake.
Edit I did.
And you know what happens while editing, right?
Yep—couldn't help it

Tried to stop it

Tied myself in dark closet with bread and water

Locked door, trashed key

Got out—added details to post 520

What else did you expect?

Every detail makes each next story more believable ...

To edit is my choice

To reread or not is yours

In hopes of tipping your hat toward following my lead ...

Please note that each additional detail

Pops out of my head for good reason

Over the years

I found myself reaping the rewards of

Having 'adopted' three adult daughters

Each as awesome as all prove lovable, coachable ...

Open to listening to hindsight, speaking of insight

Yesterday, I swung on my patio swing

Swaying in sync with Mother Nature

Feeling somewhat sheltered

From summer's sweltering 116 degrees

And while breathing in strength

From the grounded presence of my mountain and grapefruit tree

I swapped stories overflowing with insight into a life well lived

With one of my trio of lovely 'daughters'

All of whom are raising their young while running with wolves

And while my heart poured funny tales of Life with Lucy

Into her ear, tears kept welling up in my eyes

Why?

Because tears are Mother Nature's way

Of allowing us to express emotion

Too deep for words to convey ...

Though life remains far from perfect

I freely express my appreciation

For having the good fortune to
Love this life I call my own

And having tossed that thought your way

Here is my wish for you:
I wish you a happy Sunday, dear friends

And you know who you are—

As for me I continue to place my faith in this fact:
Throughout this small, small world

Which offers up countless coincidences

A day will dawn when we'll connect, peacefully, one and all

As for now, I've enjoyed spending
The greater part of this weekend

Doing this with one friend and that with another

And though I'll look forward to greeting

Whatever pleasant surprise today may offer up—

If nothing is forthcoming

Then I'll relax, go with the flow

And smile while enjoying
Fleeting moments injected with peace of mind

Till such time as fate rings my bell

And sets my mind to swirling

In need of retrieving the key

To editing or solution-seeking, once again

As to stories?

Well, patience is a virtue or a trial, sooo

I'll leave you to answer this question for yourself:

How much patience can you muster up

While my sense of readiness continues to ripen?

Not too much ... not too little

Just the right amount, I hope ...
Because here's one thing I've learned for sure:
Readiness hurried is readiness delayed

:)Your friend,

Goldilocks