It's that time of the day again...

I am feeling a lot like that old willow tree tonight...watchful and waiting..and ..er..lumpy green?well analogies have never been my strong point.
Lying on my black couch by my big bay window listening to mushroom jazz and pondering my existence and the world around me, I get deep...like the ocean( I had to say it)
The past few days have been windy and mysterious with a slight edge in the air. Everyone I have spoken to this weekend has had that undertone. That slight apprehension. They say one thing but they betray something else in their body language. Everyone seems to be in reflection mode but trying to hide its revelations. What is it about a sunday night?Process time. Some long for monday to be back with the escape from home life. Some dread the impending doom of work and another reminder that they aren't quite where they want to be in life. Some are grateful they survived the hangover and are confessing their undying love to the soft welcoming bed. The list goes on.
But me. yes, the writer of this blog...this..this..this reflection of me. I am thinking of the people I love and how blessed that I have them in my life. I am thinking of the things I still need to do, the things I still want to do and the monstrous journey I have already walked. I want to understand and learn more about people and hopefully find a way for them to access an unknown strength that pushes them further to the happiness they deserve. Happier people, happier planet, happier existence. Yes. I will settle for that sunday reflection revelation...registration..nope, I went to far with that last one. Happy sunday processing!

Song of the day: Seashell by Skylab
Food of the day: green lentils
Quote of the day: "Let's blow this popsicle stand" Californication