Sunday Prayer

perspectiveDear Big Kahuna,

I know you’re schedy is chalk full of requests for creamy gravy and not-too-salty mashed potatoes right now but if you could see fit, I’d be ever so grateful if you could remind me every other second, that my perspective is all that matters. Like, when I make little brain judgements about how things are going to go as the holidays approach, could you swat me on the head lightly and whisper in my ear that I know nothing? Because I know, in the past, when I’ve been able to open my heart and my mind to the infinite possibilities of, well, all that’s possible I’ve been pleasantly surprised to discover that I’m not steering the boat if you know what I mean. In other words, if you could send me a text or an email or simply a message floating on the wind telling me to keep my big buttinsky butt out of how I think things should go instead of how they are actually going I would be the happiest pilgrim on earth, amen, thanks a billion, you may be seated.

Warm Regards,
Nora Know-It-All

5 Comments on "Sunday Prayer"

  1. Maintaining zero expectations frees me from most disappointments.

  2. Nora, I ditto your request. Wisely asked, that whole thing.

    And Cupcake, will you please tell us about that amazing work of art in the photo? From here, it looks like one for the “To All the Trees I’ve Loved Before” category.

  3. midlyfemama says:

    Just saw a Dr. Who episode (the kid has discovered it and we have been watching in giant binges) where they discovered a species of some alien thing that usually is only found in forests on some far away planet. Only it was taking over an entire library. Because the library was their forest. They came with the books. I think those trees are keeping on an eye on their family.