Day 3550: Who speaks to you?

Last night, after listening to many Todd Rundgren songs that spoke to me, I asked a question on Twitter about who speaks to you:

I love reading about who speaks to other people.

Do you know who does NOT speak to me (which I’ve never spoken about before on this blog)? My sister. People who speak in my therapy groups often reveal that siblings in their families have trouble speaking to each other.

Here’s someone who constantly speaks to me, although I don’t know what she’s saying.

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Do any of my images today speak to you?

The Daily Bitch always speaks to me (even if some people in Real Life and on Twitter don’t speak to me).

Here’s one of the Todd Rundgren songs that spoke to me yesterday:

Who is speaking to you now? Hello, it’s me, with gratitude for YOU.

Day 3549: I Saw the Light

“I Saw the Light” is a song I love by Todd Rundgren.

My husband Michael and I danced to “I Saw the Light” after I got home from a trip where I saw the light at Disney World, the gorgeous islands off the Southeast coast of Georgia, and (unexpectedly) a Georgia hospital after I had a TIA.

During a long and restorative walk in my neighborhood yesterday, I Saw the Light.

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For me, I Saw the Light means that I’m in the moment, observing the beauty surrounding me, and realizing again an important lesson I learned when I was young: life is short and every day is precious.

I Saw the Light when I was capturing all these other images for today’s blog post.

On this precious day when people might be talking like pirates while eating butterscotch pudding, what does “I saw the light” mean to you?

I saw the light while gathering expressions of gratitude for all those who have helped me see the light, including YOU!

Day 3456: Strike while the iron is hot

I’m going to strike while the iron is hot and immediately share the meaning of that idiom.

I like to strike while the iron is hot and right now I’m trying to figure out how to take advantage of a travel opportunity with free airfare, which is expiring on June 30.

Striking while the iron is hot can be

• adventurous,
• effective,
• ineffective,
• fun,
• anxiety-provoking,
• smart,
• dangerous (ouch! hot iron!)
• invigorating, and/or
• exhausting.

Let’s strike while the iron is hot and look at my images for today.

On National Logistics Day, I’m trying to strike while the iron is hot to figure out the logistics to make this trip work.

When I strike while the iron is hot on YouTube, this is what I find:

Finally, I’m going to strike while the gratitude iron is hot and thank all who help me create this daily blog, including YOU!

Day 3431: National Repeat Day

I’m sure I’m repeating myself here when I state that I sometimes have a fear of repeating myself. However, repeating oneself is actually encouraged on National Repeat Day.

Even on National Repeat Day, I don’t want to repeat much more of the National Day Calendar’s description of National Repeat Day, which you can read here. That description has links to 7 Things Worth Repeating (including music, daily affirmations, and recipes) and and 7 Things Not Worth Repeating (including bad haircuts, terrible jobs, and being scammed).

On National Repeat Day, I want to repeat that the USA needs to ban assault weapons, NOW.

Do you see repeats in my other images for today?

On National Repeat Day, there’s kind of a repeat of National Macaroon Day, which was three days ago.

Here’s a song I like to repeat on this blog:

One of the suggested ways to celebrate “National Repeat Day” is …

Day 3423: Some measure of comfort

Last night, on the day after the horrific shootings at a Texas elementary school (and the typical, infuriating reactions from those opposed to sane gun laws), I asked a question on Twitter about finding some measure of comfort through music.

Here’s how I would answer my own question:

It gives me some measure of comfort to share a few images with you today.

No matter what day it is, I’m always grateful for the measure of comfort I experience here with you.

Day 3071: Here comes trouble

Here comes trouble in the form of yet another daily blog post from me, who likes to wear these socks:

Here comes trouble as my hometown of Boston gets rid of almost all mask mandates and social distancing rules today, which is troubling many people I know.

Here comes trouble because major changes in rules and routines, widespread distrust in the media and in political leaders, real and present dangers, and uncertainties about the future are all very troubling.

Here comes trouble as I share all my latest images with you.

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Here comes trouble: I’ve posted WAAYYY more than 70 days in a row. (Three thousand more, WordPress!)

Here and here come the two songs I mentioned as I was causing trouble on Twitter:

Consider causing some trouble in the comments section below.

Here comes gratitude from me to YOU!

Day 2735: The light

As I’ve said to several people lately, “I think I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. I just hope it’s not a train coming in the opposite direction.”

Can you see the light in my photos from yesterday?

Here‘s “I Saw the Light” by Todd Rundgren:

I look forward to seeing the light in the comments section, below.

There’s always the light of gratitude at the end of these posts (and I don’t think it’s a train coming in the other direction!).

Day 1934: Love is the answer

Here and now, when I ask myself the daily question, “What should I blog about today?” this is the answer:

When I ask myself, “What song do I want to hear now?”  this is the answer:

I love sharing the lyrics to Todd Rundgren’s “Love is the Answer” plus that live performance.

Do I have other photos from yesterday?  Here is the answer:

I love this: if you look for love, it’s there around you. That is the answer.

I love all answers to this blog, so consider commenting below.

I love thanking all who help me create my posts and — of course! — YOU, for all the questions and answers you bring.

Day 1827: How do I look?

How do I look?

If I want to see clearly, I look with glasses.

How do these possible new avatars look?

 

 

How do I look?  If I want to see something interesting, I look around me.

 

How do I look at that torn leg on that beautiful tiger? The same way I look at my own scars  and the scars of others.

With compassion.

How do you look? Do you look happy for the new year?

How do I look at that last photo? With the realization that we need to look at the dark and the light to see it all.

How do I look when I sing, nervous but not afraid?

 

My New Year’s resolution:  not to worry so much about how I look.

How do I look for comments?  Below each post.

How do I look for gratitude? Everywhere.

 

 

Day 1352: Forget it!

I forgot my phone at work last night, so if you expected to see any photos from yesterday, forget it!

I tend to forget:

• my phone,
• umbrellas,
• numbers,
• song lyrics,
• people’s names,
• dates,
• details about movies I’ve only seen once,
• grudges, and
• I forget what else.

Stress often increases forgetfulness.  I’m forgetting more than usual this week. If you want me to explain why that is, forget it!   I’d rather focus on what I wish I could forget, which includes:

• past hurts,
• past disappointments,
• past illnesses,
• past surgeries,
• cruelty, and
• politics, if only for a moment.

But forget it! I can’t control what I forget and what I remember. Right now, I remember talking to my friend Megan yesterday about the ups and downs of life and how we wished we could remember to ride them, like surfers riding waves.

I’m sure there are recent photos I’ve forgotten to include in this blog.

Here’s one!

I forget why I took that.  Actually, I think I took it accidentally.

If you want me to come up with a reason for why that photo is a good match for today’s blog, forget it!  I have to leave early because I forgot to get an inspection sticker for my car, and if a cop stops me about having an expired sticker, forget it!

I wonder if there’s anything titled “Forget It” on YouTube?

Forget it!  There’s too many Forget Its on YouTube!  Here’s the first “Forget It” I found:

Here‘s a song I’ll never forget and which I heard yesterday on my way to work:

If you want me to explain why “Love is the Answer” by Todd Rundgren is unforgettable, forget it!

If you leave a comment, I won’t forget it. And I can’t forget to thank all who helped me create today’s post or you — of course! — for remembering to visit, here and now.