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Saturday: Solitude and Silence

1 Jun

“If you’re lonely when you’re alone, you’re in bad company.”
― Jean-Paul Sartre
I’m a “people person.” What does that mean? I love spending time with friends and family. I love meeting new people or just sitting alone, watching people walk by. People fascinate me. When I meet someone new, I ask them a zillion questions and learn about their lives. I’ve made some really cool friends this way.

Sometimes, I just sit at McDonald’s, Panera, or on the Square and watch people. Then, I make up imaginary stories about their lives in my head. I bet my made-up stories are juicier than their mundane reality. I have a vivid imagination.

No one likes to be alone all the time, but occasional solitude and silence is good for the soul. The secret is…you have to like yourself. If you dont, “you’re in bad company.” All modesty aside, I’m one of the kindest, sweetest, honest, loyal, creative, and loving people I know. (Did I miss anything?) I like myself! Whether with friends or alone, I’m always in good company. Ha!




Silent Saturday

25 May

There are times when silence is the best way to yell at the top of your voice. – O. A. Battista
My mother always said, and I’m sure mother did too, “If you don’t have anything good to say, don’t say anything at all.” So, today, I’m going to share some profound thoughts and some silly sayings to make you smile. Sometimes you just need to smile.




Now, here’s my favorite one…

I’m going to use this, so don’t steal my password. OK?
Have a nice Memorial Day weekend! Hug a veteran!


Saturday Sounds of Silence

3 Nov

I had a sore throat with a bit of a tickle yesterday. I didn’t think much of ot, but when I made my ritual morning phone call to Mom today, nothing came out but a squeak. I had full blown laryngitis. I rasped out my morning greeting then went about my morning. I went to my writing group at 10, and whispered out my comments and scribbled my notes. I think Mandy and Julia appreciated my muffled commentary and lack of rambling verbosity. (Is that a word?) Julia even commented when I continued to whisper, “You sound sexy.” I proceeded to softly sing, “Happy birthday…Mr. President. Happy Birthday…to you.” Get it? I guess you had to be there. Anyway, my morning, and the rest of the day, for that matter, was very quiet. Thus, the sounds of silence. VERY unusual for me. “But my words like silent raindrops fell…”