Dear Diary…

I’ve decided that blogging is a grownup version of “Dear Diary”…..you  known the books we all tried to write in on a nightly basis when we were children?  I came across mine not too long ago.  I had a good belly laugh when I opened the lock (had to pick it with a bobby pin), and thumbed through the pages of so long ago…..I’ve come to the conclusion that I was young, stupid, and very naive……actually I’m not much different from then…..other than I am not young!

I can’t for some unknown reason get my thoughts together long enough to write them down in a journal….give me a keyboard, a computer screen, and a file titled “My day to day life” and I can let the letters flow into words……go figure……..

My mind travels at the speed of light and my poor fingers cannot keep up half the time typing out the words….I have to stop, close my eyes, take a deep breath, and let my mind slow down……there is no way I could write that fast, the thoughts that are flowing in my gray matter…..so my “Dear Diary”, I will tuck you away in some drawer in my dresser, pile some unmentionables on top of you, and forget that I was once a young girl, full of wonderment, trying to make heads or tails out of growing up.  I will spread my words out on a computer screen, click save, and file my thoughts away…….

I do, I do believe in Magic!

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Do you Believe in Magic?.”

I do…..I do believe in magic..each morning that I wake up feeling my heart beat, the sound of my breath as I inhale another, I know that magic is on my side…I’m alive to greet another day, to spread the magic of living in a world full of life, love, and yes…..happiness.  You make your own magic happen….wake up, smell that coffee brewing, open your ears and  listen to the sounds of life surrounding you. Believe in the power of magic……create it, live it….be the magic…..

The little kid……

Each one of the many people I encounter has a little, and sometimes dirty, secret that they are unwilling to tell, share, or admit that they even have it……..an inner child.  They suppress her/him, bury the little bugger sometimes deep inside, or they let the stinker rule the roost and have a blast………this is the little kid in each one of us that begs to come out and play…..that is me, Sarah Smiles…………the inner child of a human being………….my human lets me come out and play almost daily……it keeps her young (she’s an old coot), full of pee and vinegar (see, that’s another sign she’s old….no one ever uses that comparison anymore)……she loves life, lives life, and shares her life through me…..the little kid in her.

Through her eyes she takes pictures…..lots and lots of pictures and shares them with everyone.  Not everyone can run outside, jump in a car, or climb the stairs to an airplane and venture away.  Taking pictures lets other people see the beauty out there.  A twig, grains of sand on a beach, a sunrise or sunset, leaves…..they say beauty is in the eye of the beholder, well this beholder of two eyes planted in her head sees beauty in everything………I’m the little kid in her that makes her see that not everything is black or white, or gray, or in living color.  I make her see that texture isn’t always bumpy, it can also be smooth as silk, flat as a pancake, or crumpled up like a wadded up newspaper.

I’ve let her write several other blogs in the past…..this one will be different.  It won’t always have pictures to go along with it.  It may only have a story to tell…….the story I tell will be mine…the the little kid that lives inside an incredible human being…a mother, a wife, a friend………..IMG_7339

Take a walk along the rocky shores of this lake, throw a rock or two in and watch them skim and skip across the surface……..close your eyes, clear your mind, and meander to places that make your smile……..Come along and take an adventure through her eyes and my words……….let the inner child out you have inside you…..come out and play…………