My mind
Muddled blur of data
Curious chaos
Building Positivity
My mind
Muddled blur of data
Curious chaos
In the Seattle area, we real estate agents use electronic keyboxes to access houses. Which means, when we list a home, someone needs to zip to the property and put one on. My team put a house on the market yesterday, and we really wanted to get the keybox on today. So, after getting copies of our keys, I head out. This home isn’t too far from my office, but with afternoon traffic, it took me over 1/2 hour to head out to Snohomish. Oh, a key (see what I did there?) element of this house: it’s new construction…and under construction. Now, per our schedule, the doors are on. And per reality, they’re not.
It was a true Laugh Out Loud moment to walk to the house, past the construction team with a keybox and look at the non-existent front door. So, I’ll be heading back…at some point in the near future.
Live and learn…live and learn.
Oh diversity;
Respecting our different
Experiences
Release expectation
Follow the sun in daylight
And stars at night
Listen for home’s sensation
When your heart is right
My childhood spent drifting, wandering the world. Eventually, home became this deep expectation, originally unwelcome. The beauty of the world intrigued me so. Now, living near my parents, and where grandparents spent their whole lives, there’s a rich connection. one whose beauty caught me off guard.
Awakened by
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Facing down my fears
Resisting despair’s summons
Living by my terms
within destruction’s songs
lie the call of rebirth
phoenix’s prophetic
return from the flames
oblivion
Perhaps I cannot
Change much in
This broken world
Where cynicism
Valued more
Than compassion.
Perhaps.
Step away from “life”
And mania’s strange comfort
Learn what is worthwhile