Jun 09 2009
“One Grain Of Sand”.
Living With Mosaic Downs Syndrome [ M.D.S. ] & Life.
Music: September Sun “Type- O -Negative ” Mood: “Content”
I think 4 to 5 years ago In Salem, Oregon I would’ve gone stir-crazy, felt like I had to do something [which I am] spent money either I should or should not spend. I said to myself Carl’s Jr for Lunch today. Now any other time in my early days or others that might conceive this to be weird odd, or what not but you know I’m enjoying the fact that I have a coffee maker that works with little creamer other than none, I love the fact that I can savor a simple can of spaghetti Garlic, and Mushroom sauce and eat it like soup.
It’s not that I need very little to get me by, or that i’m perhaps could live with or without things…. It’s the real fact that I’m living. And I know just how special, I am and the people all around me.The biggest reason I’ve not written is I refuse to mix my family, and the people I work with on a regular bass together. Because I really dont want anything to become perpetual. Yet the smallest thing is what is getting me to write, like what I can live without in terms of food. A very weird subject to write about yes. I guess, I’m just so proud of myself, my family by choice: my love, my son and his brother and my biological family Father, grandparents, brother, mother, and sister.
And uit was the smallest things today I noticed that got me to this emotion. Well, one small grain of sand is a start and can be a difference to a awesome view over a beach, and ocean view or a dried out lake in a dead-wooded forest.. [yes, I like metaphors]