June 24, 2015
When I was a teenager Grandma used to tell me, “Don’t worry about what other people think because other people are busy thinking about themselves.”
Now that I am an adult, I confess, sometimes I do worry about what other people think.
Knowing my faults and limitations,
my mind weaves a web of misconstrued judgment.
When I eventually learn the truth of what others think,
more often than not,
I learn they think me beautiful.
Peace has left my vegetable garden behind the barn.
I risked my life to show you why. . .
Aren’t they adorable?
We are kindred spirits, for I, too, love old barns. There is but one problem.
Their dive-bombing parents seem intent on scalping me and do not recognize my kindredness.
They mistake my intentions for harm,
yet I only think them beautiful.
Here is more beautiful. . .
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