Daily Joys and Simple Pleasures

Daily Joys and Simple Pleasures


When Was The Last Time You Walked Down The Street Naked?

Not literally, of course.  Laws and civility discourage such things.  Metaphorically my friend, Eileen, did just that last week.  Inspired by Neil Gaiman’s words in a commencement address he delivered, she shared a poem that was impacting and deeply personal.  She published it on  social media, put her words in a bottle, as it were, and launched them on the tide of technology.  She felt so vulnerable and ALIVE! It is training her muscle to launch more such messages in bottles.  She’s beginning to get it “right.”



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