Take heart, my friends.
Take heart, because what else can we do?
Take heart; some heart-related images are on their way from me to you.
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Take heart; I believe in my heart that there are more empathic people than narcissists in this world.
Here’s what I find when I search for “take heart” on YouTube.
Thanks to all who help me take heart every day, including YOU. 💕
What love can you find in today’s blog post?
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I love my husband and, yes, we have domestic squabbles, like yesterday’s about the lighting in the new shower. I love that we can resolve our worst squabbles so quickly by realizing how ridiculous they are.
Here’s what I find when I search for “love” on YouTube:
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I love getting comments from you and I love that you read these posts!
Who has time to read carefully these days, with all the information pouring in?
Nevertheless, I am going to read carefully before voting in the Massachusetts primary election by absentee ballot. If you read carefully, over the next few moments, you will discover that I need an absentee ballot because I’ll be attending a week-long group therapy conference in New York City the first week of March.
Read carefully when you look at my other photos from yesterday.
If you read this daily blog carefully, you know I’ve been mourning the death of jazz keyboardist Lyle Mays all this week. Last night, when I was reading my recorded Stephen Colbert shows carefully, I noticed that keyboardist and band leader Jon Batiste was also carefully paying homage to Lyle by interjecting a musical phrase by Lyle during Stephen’s monologue:
If you read that video carefully, you’ll find the sounds of Lyle at 2:44, 4:14, 7:26, and 9:46.
Here’s “Close to Home,” the Lyle Mays composition that Jon Batiste was carefully reading and sharing.
If I read carefully, I always realize that I am not alone.
If you leave a comment, of course I will read carefully and respond.
Read carefully and you’ll see that I’m grateful for all who help me create this daily blog, including YOU.
Please be considerate and tell me which of these photos you like best and why.
Please be considerate and join me in paying homage, again, to one of my favorite musicians , the late great Lyle Mays.
Please be considerate and accept this short and simple post, because I am in the middle of considering so many obligations right now.
Please be considerate of how grateful I am for all who consider my blog worth visiting, including YOU.
Yesterday, when I was building my own adventure, I saw this:
Actually, I need help from others to build my own adventure. How do you build your own adventure?
When my son was very young, he posted a build-your-own-adventure game on YouTube, which I can’t find. Therefore, shall we build our own adventure together, here and now, using forty-eight of my photos from yesterday?
You can further build the adventure if you click on any photo you’d like to more adventurously explore.
Here‘s what comes up on YouTube for “Build Your Own Adventure”:
I don’t have time to make the choices for that scary adventure, because I’ve got to go out into the world and build my adventure for today.
I look forward to the adventures people build in the comments section, below.
Gratitude helps me build my own adventure, so thanks to all who helped me build today’s post and — of course! — YOU.
It works for me to tell you about a book a patient loaned me at work — CONTEMPORARY PRAYERS TO [whatever works] by conceptual artist Hannah Burr.
Every day, I am on the lookout for whatever works and making it fun!
Whatever Michael does to make his meals so delicious, it works!
Whatever song would work for this post?
Are you going to leave a comment? Whatever works for you.
it works for me to express my thanks to all who helped me create this whatever-works post and — of course! — to YOU, for your time, effort, great energy, and whatever!!
Yesterday, in a therapy group, we talked about silver linings, which are
the hopeful side of a situation that might seem gloomy on the surface. The common expression “every cloud has a silver lining” means that even the worst events or situations have some positive aspect.
The silver linings we talked about in group included the dark clouds of traumatic events which had made people stronger, more resilient, and grateful for the gifts of the present.
I found my own silver linings in that group: I couldn’t write important themes up on the white board because of my torn rotator cuff so one of the group participants wrote those lines instead, which meant
I was so pleased with these silver linings that I said,”Now I’m glad I hurt my arm.” At first the group said, in unison, “No you’re not!” but that led to more valuable discussions about silver linings.
I want to underline this about silver linings: I’m a person who can find a silver lining in my own painful injuries, but I can NOT find silver linings in another horrific assault-weapon massacre in the U.S. Maybe I can’t find silver linings there because nothing seems to disperse or lessen the cloud of gun violence in the United States.
When my only child decided to go to the University of Edinburgh I easily found this silver lining: no school shootings in Scotland.
What are your thoughts and feelings about silver linings? Can you find any silver linings in my other photos?
I have a silver lining of hope that people will change their thoughts and change the world .
There’s a “Silver Lining” by Rilo Kiley on YouTube.
Here’s my silver lining of gratitude for all who helped me create today’s post and — of course! — for YOU.
I love the Valentine’s Day card I bought yesterday THIS much.
I love that THIS much because THIS is how much I’m supposed to move my arm with my rotator cuff tear, like a Tyrannosaurus Rex. I learned THIS much from THIS:
I love my other photos from yesterday THIS much.
Because I love facilitating groups THIS much, I figured out a way to project important topics on this screen in the group room. Because I can only move my dominant arm THIS much, it hurts THIS much to write on the white board.
I love Patsy Cline’s voice THIS much.
I love comments THIS much, so please consider leaving one.
I love expressing gratitude to all who helped me create this post and to you THIS much!!!
Whenever I run a therapy group and list the themes I’m hearing in the room, I always ask the group members:
What did I miss?
I never miss asking that question because, as I tell the group, I always miss something.
What did I miss, yesterday, when I was taking pictures?
What did I miss?
I almost missed sharing music not to be missed.
What did you miss in this blog post? Please don’t miss leaving a comment for this Blogging Miss.
I never miss expressing my thanks to all who help me create the day’s blog post and — of course! — to YOU.
Because today is Valentine’s Day, you’re likely to see hearts all around you.
Because I blog about my heart and others’ hearts, you’re likely to see hearts here on any day.
Here’s the first photo I took yesterday, at cardiac rehab.
I told Carla (who had drawn that heart with heart), “Carla! My heart doesn’t look like that!” She agreed, heartily.
Do you see hearts in my other photos from yesterday?
Here‘s a song with heart (which my heart found on Youtube by searching on “heart kalimba“)
Thanks — from the bottom of my unusual heart — to Ruth Akello, Béla Fleck, Carla, Michael, Oscar, Amber, and everyone else I love who helped me create this heart-filled post and to you — of course! — for bringing your heart here, today.