STUFF I'VE NEVER BLOGGED BEFORE

Dear Diary, I await your treasures.

A blog-bug bite of some time ago began an itch to share what had come through me clairvoyantly - an inner "seeing, sensing, hearing". But exposing such as this was taking it's own sweet time for me to grasp and find the nerve.

When settling in for sleep one night, still wondering how and what to name the essence of its content, color me relieved when Roberta's song came to mind...



Smiling through the roof, I fell asleep.

I'd not heard the song for years and curiously this time - aside from a few opening stanzas - its lyric seemingly striking chords as Mystery, reminding me of Rumi prose ~

What if some Divine Mystery sings a person's life while at the same time looking through us? Not so much romantically as it is an opening to engage ourselves in ways not yet explored? 

Don’t get me wrong, kiddos, I’m not against a smooch or two to smooth the wrinkles, but consider how these lyrics may well fathom something deeper than a glandular excursion.

Thanks for dropping by and come back again if you like, just in case I've mustered enough courage to return!