This is My Letter to the World

This is My Letter to Tall People

Dear Tall People,

               

I admire you so much. I wish I knew what it was that made you grow so tall. I ‘d sure like some of it in my life. Is it goodness that grew you?

     Tall is beautiful. Short is slower than tall. Short gets ignored. Tall gets heard. Short is stuck in childhood. Tall has grown up and fulfilled childhood dreams.

     If you have any tips for me, I’d love to hear from you!

Curiously yours,

A.

This is My Letter to the Rat Race

Dear Rat Race,

               

      Please slow down! I’m so frustrated with your hustle and bustle. You’re so focused on getting there, you don’t know how to enjoy the trip.

      You bump into me at the mall without excusing yourself or even seeming to care. You’re in such a bad mood at the end of the work week, you crab at me for swiping my debit card the wrong way. What ever happened to “have a nice day”?

When you drive, you’re so busy in your head (or on your phone) and blasting music, you don’t see me crossing. That’s my fault?

So let go of the earphones, the cell phones! Let your dog stop to sniff the bushes and meet and greet others. Follow his example—slow down and smell the roses!

Sincerely,

JB

Love Letters

Ode to My Favourite Clothing

To my favourite tee shirt:

White and cotton,

Close to my virginity.

To my blue jeans:

Light blue like the sky,

Comfy and gentle,

Tight and cow-girlish.

To my boots:

High and black,

Suede and soft,

Fitting well.

Looking not too bad!

To my underwear:

You keep me feeling free

And feminine.

The more feminine

The better!

--Anonymous

To My Tired Feet

Dear Tired Feet,

I am writing to let you know just how grateful I am for all these years of taking me to places that I’ve been, and to all the places I’ve yet to go. I want to thank you for being there for me when I needed to run, run, run away from whatever ails or troubles me, and yet you’re still here for whatever may come my way next. We’ve walked a lot together, you and I, and still have a long, long way to go. I love you for all you’ve done and again for what’s next to come.  Again I say thank-you – love you forever more!

Sincerely yours,

JB

In Praise of 

Praise my eyes because they see
the cardinal in February's tree.
Praise my knees
because they bring me close to God.
Praise my nose
because it warns me of danger.
Praise my right hand
because it knows when to let go.
Praise my spirit
because it will never die.

--S., 2011

Two Faces of Love

1.

Love tastes like a hot cup of coffee.

Love wears satin with lace.

Love is an exercise machine.

Love sounds like church bells softly ringing.

Love is a car taking me to a vacation resort.

Love is a dolphin.

2.

Love tastes like rotten eggs.

Love wears dried, blood-soaked clothes.

Love is a paper shredder.

Love is an explosion.

Love is a tornado.

Love is a car taking me to a dead end road.

Love is a black widow spider.

                                   JB, 2011