wonderMike

mdog...you fill me with joy and wonder. who can be down when you are always up? pure joy. pure love. pure existence. a child with down syndrome...the upside of my contribution to the world. good job, buddy.

my mind cracks

my mind cracks when you speak. teeth grinding as you spew the daily doom and gloom of lives and issues not your own. how do you live in such vile circumstance? how do you not see the blooming wonders around you? I see children...you see work. I see flowers...you see weeds. I see hope...you see misery. I see the door closing upon your soul.

Sometimes...

...the most joy comes from the most unexpected places or people.

Sometimes...
...people who meet unexpectedly and should have nothing to talk about share an unexplained bond and can laugh and talk about anything or nothing at all.

Sometimes...
...what makes sense makes nothing and what makes no sense makes something.

Sometimes...
...an anchor in the storm comes just at the precise moment it is most needed.

Sometimes...
...doing and not thinking works well.

Sometimes...
...a bond is enough. a laugh is enough. a hug is enough. a hand to hold is enough. Thank you for being enough.