My life does not need to be painted with dollar signs.
It definitely does not need to be filled with useless objects and things and things and things collecting dust.
It does not have a space in it for me that has been stomped out by life whose fire has been snuffed out by the weight of this crazy messed up world.
My desire is to live a happy,
Wild and weird as can be life.
To grow silver,
To grow old,
To eat pie.
My spirit and my soul have been screaming to me,
Begging me to wake up.
Clean out the muck inside your ears.
Remove the blinders from those big brown eyes.
Stop letting your passenger to this amazing road you travel.
Take control of the wheel.
Get off the straight and narrow.
Head down those winding roads less traveled.
Roll down those windows.
Let your hair run wild.
Turn up that radio and sing,
Sing,
Sing.
Big belly,
Laughs,
A cackle if you will,
A pep always in your step with an I'll show you world kind of flair.
Swim naked.
Wear underwear as little as possible.
Eat pie.
Cherry,
Lemon,
Meringue,
Apple and blackberry pie.
Dance to the beat of your own drum.
Dance to that wacky song inside of you.
Dance to the sound of the trees and the wind in the air.
Dare to look people in the eye.
Invite them in and rock them to their core with that stare,
That smile,
That fire in your eyes.
Dare to leave your mark.
Let yourself resonate deeply with a person or some place,
Vibrating and connecting never to be forgotten.
Eat pie.
Pumpkin,
French silk,
Blueberry and southern pecan pie.
Wear your light like a dress.
Like the Easter dress your mama bought you every year.
Heartful,
Elated,
Anxious to test out that twirl.
Oh yes,
The twirl.
Spin,
Spin,
Spin that light out to all those who are near.
Twirling infectious light.
Golden buckleshoes,
Unicorn white.
Never forgetting that child within.
Grandma's pie.
Buttery,
Crust,
Tender and crisp.
One taste of the fruit could melt you to your core.
Her secret ingredient.
Love.
She fed us love.
She and grandpa grew fruit for those lovely pies.
They grew vegetables to fill our bellies.
Never have I come across sweeter corn in my life than my grandpa's corn.
His food helped me grow.
Seeds of kindness,
Joy,
Love,
Peace,
Hope,
Hope,
Hope.
Hold on to that hope.
Weed out the anger,
Jealousy,
Hatred,
Resentment,
Envy and ego.
Stop letting it grow out your feet,
Stump it out.
Plant those seeds of empathy,
Compassion,
Strong character and creativity.
Surround them in your warm golden light and watch them grow.
Eat pie.
Mince meat,
Sweet potato,
Pear and chew fly pie.
Let go of worry.
Let go of insecurity.
Stop trying to please everyone.
Eat pie.
Custard,
Mississippi mud,
Rhubarb and peach pie.
Work hard.
Work hard for your education.
Love your work,
Your job and the gifts it gives.
Travel.
Italy,
A beautiful home,
A big kitchen,
A full pantry ready to feed.
Eat pie,
Chocolate cream,
Choke cherry,
Apricot and heavenly cinnamon pie.
Words are powerful.
They have the power to inspire,
To bring joy.
They have the power to destroy.
Stop participating in gossip.
Hold your tongue and always ask yourself before you speak,
Is it true?
Is it kind?
Is it necessary?
Eat pie.
Cookies and cream,
Key lime,
Strawberry and turtle pie.
Too sweet?
I wouldn't want to be any other way.
Let yourself see the good.
Find the beauty in something ugly.
Do no harm but take no shit.
Protect the underdogs.
Follow the golden rule.
Choose to be positive.
It is an absolute choice.
Your journey,
Your happiness only belong to you.
Eat pie,
Coconut cream,
Peanut butter,
Raspberry and chicken pot pie.
Write love letters to yourself,
To your friends,
To your dog,
To a stranger.
Write love songs to the moon and the stars.
Be the hero in someone's life.
Carry quarters in your pocket in the hopes of coming across a child's lemonade stand,
Knowing how likely bad that lemonade will be and knowing that you didn't do it for the lemonade.
To make that child smile,
You did it to make her day.
Life is quick.
Do not be afraid to grow silver,
To grow old.
Love your wrinkles and graze your sagging skin.
Play cards on porches.
Drink tea on porches.
Watch sunsets on porches.
Tell your story,
Your adventure to anyone who will listen.
Hold babies,
Smell their heads,
Sing them lullabies and tell them fairy tales.
Kiss your baby on his head,
Even when his hair has grown silver.
Eat pie,
Dutch apple buttermilk shepherds and bumbleberry pie.
Grow silver with grace.
Grow old with grace.
Die with grace.
Eat pie.
