Sometimes Mr. Sandman kidnaps courage. It's up to us to get enough sleep to take our courage back. Mr. Sandman is supposed to only have one job and purpose ... to put us to sleep. Show him who's boss, Jane! Adorable poem!
Sometimes, those turn out to be our favorites. They don’t come from “nowhere”, my friend … they come from the universe and it’s because it was meant for a particular person who needs to read it. You are a messenger of sorts.
That has happened to me a couple of times and it’s goofy and freaky. I just posted a note about one of those times I was in the “Zone” and I felt like someone else was writing the poem, not me. I didn’t find out for 3 years why.
It’s a note with a child angel picture on it.
Writing is great, magical, sometimes strange, but always I love it.
This is so honest. That place between “fade” and “I know I’ll come back” is where most of us quietly live when we’re overwhelmed.
Your willingness to name the discouragement without judging yourself for it is already courage. Sometimes the bravest thing we can do is pause, rest, and trust that the spark returns in its own timing.
Thank you for sharing this, it’s a reminder that being human isn’t linear, and that softness counts as strength too.
Sometimes Mr. Sandman kidnaps courage. It's up to us to get enough sleep to take our courage back. Mr. Sandman is supposed to only have one job and purpose ... to put us to sleep. Show him who's boss, Jane! Adorable poem!
Thanks so much C.J. Sometimes we must listen to Mr. Sandman ;)
(laughing) Uh Huh
I loved the poem!
Thanks. I wrote it cross eyed last night and hit post.
One of those writings pulled out of nowhere, yet somewhere if that makes sense.
Sometimes, those turn out to be our favorites. They don’t come from “nowhere”, my friend … they come from the universe and it’s because it was meant for a particular person who needs to read it. You are a messenger of sorts.
Have you had that happen before?
Yes! It's amazing. I'm like this is goofy I pulled it out of my a$$ but it worked.
This is what I love so much about writing.
That has happened to me a couple of times and it’s goofy and freaky. I just posted a note about one of those times I was in the “Zone” and I felt like someone else was writing the poem, not me. I didn’t find out for 3 years why.
It’s a note with a child angel picture on it.
Writing is great, magical, sometimes strange, but always I love it.
Take a breather and recharge if need be.
It’s getting to be that time of year, time of the blues. You’re not alone, there is lot of sadness, uncertainty and discouragement going on.
Be you, that is what counts. Remember, writing can be therapeutic, don’t lose sight of that. You’ll be ok.
So true. I wrote this just to write. Sometimes we can get away from our why of writing.
Remove a few letters and courage will return.
Love this!
This is so honest. That place between “fade” and “I know I’ll come back” is where most of us quietly live when we’re overwhelmed.
Your willingness to name the discouragement without judging yourself for it is already courage. Sometimes the bravest thing we can do is pause, rest, and trust that the spark returns in its own timing.
Thank you for sharing this, it’s a reminder that being human isn’t linear, and that softness counts as strength too.
Spoil yourself, you deserve it. 🩵🩵
Thanks, Rea. It's a reminder we all need sometimes.