Today’s blog is brought to you by my mind and by The Daily Bitch Calendar.
Yesterday, my mind tried to set Twitter on fire with flying thoughts about popular proverbs and other matters:
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My mind was very occupied facilitating two Coping and Healing therapy groups yesterday, so I hope you don’t mind that I have only three photos of the outdoors to share today.
Every day, for the past eight years, I’ve been telling people what’s on my mind through this blog.
Today, Georgia is on my mind, because of the two races for control of the U.S. Senate and because of this:
There exists a recording of somebody with sedition on his mind calling the Georgia Secretary of State, but because I don’t want to go out of my mind listening to somebody who is out of his mind, I’d rather listen to “Georgia on my Mind” performed by writer Hoagy Carmichael.
What’s on my mind also includes a broken filling in my tooth, which I’m letting my dentist know about now because he reads this blog every day. Hello, Dr. Del Castillo! It’s on my mind to call your office today.
I share what’s on my mind by capturing images like these:
What’s on your mind, here and now?
Gratitude is always on my mind, so thanks to all who help me share what’s on my mind every day, including you!
I hope you have compassion for the beautiful teabag I encountered yesterday morning:
Do you believe that compassion will make you beautiful? Do you see beautiful compassion in any of my other photos from yesterday?
That is the beautifully compassionate Dr. Deeb Salem. When I asked him yesterday how he thought I was doing, his compassionate reply was, “I think you’re doing great.” Isn’t that beautiful?
Thanks to all the beautiful people who helped me create today’s post and to all my beautiful readers — of course! — for having the compassion to visit me, here and now.
More white-and-sometimes-blue snow is piling up around here, in Boston USA.
Mary — whom I was looking forward to seeing, after her return from a two-week vacation — won’t be coming in today to the hospital where we work together.
I’m going to be the only Social Worker On Call, all day, for the very large primary care practice where I do individual and group therapy.
I’m waiting on some possibly blue-making news from cardiologists of many colors, regarding future surgery on my red-and-blue heart.
I have reasons to be blue, but am I blue?
Am I blue, from the cold?
No, I’m not. I might be blue from cold, by the time I get to work this morning, but I’m not blue yet.
No, I’m not. Medical people, when they’ve seen pictures of my heart, have looked at my fingers and toes expecting them to be blue (because of the strange route my blood takes), but I’m always pink (unless I’m outside too long in the !!&#@!!#@!! New England cold).
Am I blue, in any way, this morning?
I shall check in with myself — internally and externally — in this moment.
I have discovered two ways in which I am blue, right now.
Before I reveal those, will it make you blue if my thoughts turn to blues in the recent past?
I saw these blues last night, while Grammys for blues, rock, R & B, and other kinds of music were being awarded in Los Angeles, California.*
Here’s a link to the complete list of all the (probably-not-blue) winners of Grammy awards this year. It always makes me a little blue that more musical genres — like bluegrass — aren’t included in the Grammy awards TV show. However, it makes me the opposite of blue (whatever color that would be) to see, this morning, that some of my favorite entertainers won Grammys this year, including: