In the Midst...

I like words. I like ideas. I like the confusion and humor of "double entendres." I enjoy people who can laugh at words, and people, and themselves.

Laughing at myself is the most serious thing I do. And I do it often. Sometimes in the "midst" of trying to cover my butt in some matter; I realize it truly doesn't matter. It truly doesn't.

And why are we all so "stressed' by how we look to the world, how the world views us, what others think of us? Why?

In the "midst" of all this simple thinking -- I am struck with thoughts of someone I love. Perhaps someone who is now gone, or someone I have put aside. It doesn't matter: gone is gone! But when that someone is gone, I miss their touch, their smile, their closeness, their interest in me and in us, their life in all its fullness.