Blessed be the infernal yard crew that inspires me to put Angelique Kidjo on full blast and DANCE for 20 minutes.
Blessed be the achy, arthritic hips that still like to move and blessed be the feeling of bare feet sliding across the floor in an ecstasy of rhythm.
Blessed be Blue Ribbon Barbeque! And a weight loss plan that lets me eat this plate load with gusto and still be on track (Weight Watchers; down 6 pounds).
Blessed be the mothers that outwait, outlisten, outhope, and outflex the children in distress, even if it takes a strenuous chanting practice and a ridiculous amount of pacing.
Blessed be the places we find joy.
and Blessed Be, She who speaks of her world of Blessed Be.
Amen, Dee
i turn her up loud a Lot, Kidjo
and yes, the guardians. seen and unseen.
All
Yes.
Very much Yes. Thank You for this
hey Grace. Thank you too
Blessed be thee, and me, and we who sing the songs and set the table,
who save the scraps, make the maps to ollow the dictates of the heart.
https://youtu.be/ZncWCgN-zms
How I wish I could edit – Instead I’ll just accept the typo and know you will know how to fill in the missing letter.
lovely to watch her sing and dance… and yes to “none but ourselves can free our mind…”
typepad lets you edit a comment for a little while… wordpress doesn’t? anyway, not to worry
oh wow, thanks for this post Dee! am feeling blessed and immeasurably HAPPY
ha, this is funny. I was commenting on your blog at about the same time you were commenting here!
When we first moved to Texas we listened to a local band sing “The beatitudes of heat” as we sat in a stifling hot dance hall. Then it began to rain … pour actually.
Blessings abound … we just have to look for them, name them, and accept them in all their imperfect glory
a joyous post
blessed