small girl vs. big city

a guitar, a good friend, a great voice, a gorgeous sunset…

but let’s start from the beginning…

there’s a lot to be said about the little things. I spent today, my first day off after a 75hr work week, happy.

I slept in. until the wind woke me up, though I’m not sure what time because I don’t have a single clock in my place. the sky had clouds and dimension. weather forecasters, not that I watch the news, have it easy here. “sunny and a high of 75″. but for 5min it sprinkled a little. not enough. just enough to get my face a little wet & make me smile as I shut the windows. I ate cereal. paraded around my castle in my bunny slippers. waved at neighbors. proudly refused to put my contacts in, make up on, or comb my hair.

and yet: I felt like a princess.

reality: a girl. without much in her pockets or her cupboard.

perception: a beautiful princess on the brink of …among other things…peace. with more strength of heart and Faith, and in those… more joy than pockets or cupboards could hold.

A prince visited today. I don’t think he arrived on a white horse, but he made “silly”… charming.

and he did wake me from a “settled” sleep. I love people. more than I actually care about what they *think* of me, I want them to understand me, and how much I love them. in my quest to love and be loved, I tolerate watered down or tainted versions of it. awake from my sleep again: why put up with that? life is too short to waste any of it with those who return love in the name of keeping score. those without ears, those who disappear. when you spend time with someone who *appreciates you*… you can’t help but notice the difference between them and the frogs.

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