1429 EXPRESSING COMPLEX TRAINS OF THOUGHT, CLEARLY, CAN BE QUITE A FEAT!

So, once again, our family's Thanksgiving celebration has extended over an entire week, beginning with our knish-making party, last Tuesday.  As David does not fly home until this afternoon, we picked up Ravi, yesterday at noon and enjoyed her delightful presence throughout the day and into the evening, when Steven, who joined us for dinner, carried her home close to 9PM after his precocious two year old offered us reason to laugh, yet again.  Having tired after seven straight days of family festivities, our sweet, little munchkin picked up her hoody and her daddy's shoes, which Steven, stretching out on the couch, had slipped off, and standing before her first, bonafide hero, Ravi's brain communicated her needs as clearly as if she'd spoken words that her thought processor has come to understand but not yet learned to express, aloud, so when she held up her daddy's shoes and said: Bye bye, Dada ... we all knew that our sleepy little girl was asking to be taken home and put to bed  Then, when everyone laughed but Steven did not stand up, Ravi pulled a third word out of her expanding vocabulary, which (conveying the seriousness of her need to wrap up another busy day with a group hug) was further accentuated by her determined facial expression and body language: 'Peaseeeeee!'  Need I say that her daddy could not resist his daughter's sweet plea to be swept up into his arms and taken home.

If we Back up a bit to yesterday afternoon, we'd see Ravi napping peacefully on my bed, nestling naturally into my side, while I, rather than catching a few winks, myself, felt intuition beckoning me to pick up iPad and stylus in order to simplify complex streams of consciousness, flowing, non stop, throughout post 1428.  And with Ravi sleeping soundly beside me, my think tank worked to inject elements of clarity into strings of insight, which may have been difficult for you to absorb until the conscious portion of my think tank had simplified complexity of thought, which upon review, had streamed out of my depths in more of a jumble than I'd originally realized was true, explaining why each intuitive decision to devote additional time to reviewing posts, which have already been published, inevitably proves well spent.  So, taking a tip from Ravi, may I respectfully hold up post 1428 before your eyes in hopes of expressing my hope that you'll please give it a go, again ...

Time certainly flies when we're having fun—Thanksgiving weekend 2014

Thanksgiving joy shared with our little pumpkin 2015

Our little charmer's high spirited, bright, blue eyed, sparkling smile clearly conveys her positively energized, sheer delight with her lot in life—thus far—and though no one's life is perfect and tears are sure to flow, I am one of many who are doing our best to ensure that Ravi's irrepressible spirit has sound reason to thrive from deep within her very core as can be seen in the photo, below —and ...

2016

The same proves true of our family's heartfelt love, wrapping

Tenderly round Tony and Ray, whose

Sweet smiles, along with Ravi's, naturally brighten our own

And each time life challenges little ones to brave personal pain

You can bet that we'll be there to encourage all three to

Believe in the universal power of love, which

Magically (intuitively) turns frowns around, in fact ...

If you peer closely at Ray's facial expression you'll see

His strength of spirit beginning to lift his lips into a smile, once

An X-ray correctly identified his elbow injury's need to be

Tenderly treated in the ER, though healing will take time—

Gosh—If more of us knew that our intuitive powers work like

X-ray machines to help us to diagnose emotional injuries, festering

Anxiously deep inside our minds, we'd be as likely to

Seek help of those trained to identify and heal repressed emotional pain as

Is true of our readiness to seek out physicians, who are trained to correctly

Diagnose physical pain which we, as laymen, know nothing about healing—

And with today's train of thought in mind, concerning emotional wounds that

 We can't see on the surface but, creating anxiety, serve to limit our choices more

Than we consciously know, I sit myself down, day in and day out, in hopes of

Penning, editing, simplifying and clarifying the complex accumulation of knowledge

That my thought processor feels compelled to seek out, absorb and post (concerning

Your brain's innate potential [and mine] to tap into our intuitive powers, a gift from

Mother Nature, who had hoped to balance the fact that otherwise our over active

Defense systems would run away with our innate potential to heal each

Emotionally wounded portion of our self image just like

The dish ran away with the spoon after the cow jumped over the moon)