Ephemeral

Ok here me out.

What if…?

Biden pardons Luigi.

Just saying. 😏

My niece picked «Hot Frosty» as our Friday night movie. She’s loving the cheesy romcom. 🙃

This morning, on the eve of my birthday, my niece says to me:

“Mimi you’re expired.” 😵

Rhythms.
That’s life.
The passing of time.
The changing of seasons.
The evolution of a person.

Rhythms.
Alternating between
fast and slow.
Music meter marking
the beats and the pauses.

Rhythms.
More felt than seen.
Ever flowing and 
invisible to those
who don’t notice.

Rhythms.
Temporary shelters
from mental anguish.
Painful reminders of
what is broken.

Rhythms.
Secret gateways
to higher consciousness.
Meditation portals of
insight.

I was disappointed with the DanDaDan season finale. There were some good moments between Okarun and Jiji. But the ending was weak.

My biggest worry about an apocalypse or wilderness living scenario is the bathroom situation.

I need to learn how to poop without making my habitat a toxic wasteland. 😅

Seeing mutuals uplift others makes my heart happy.

And it makes me think: “They’re good at heart and I’m grateful for them.”

I just realized, if TikTok gets banned, where am I gonna watch the cool restoration videos? 😭

Earlier today my niece asked me:

“Mimi, why do we call babies and toddles and kids and teens and adults different? We’re all made up of the same stuff.”

She wanted to know why we categorize, when in her mind we’re all the same.

I told her:

“You’re right. We’re all the same and made of the same stuff. No one is better than anyone. At the same time, we’re all at different stages of life.”

When I was younger, I wanted to be the center and draw everyone to me.

Now that I’m older, I like being in the margins and seek out those who live in the margins too.