Conciliatory Constellations. Will the stars ever align?

My head is pounding.

My heart is pounding.

My head is aching.

My heart is aching.

Like a bad, bad case of poison ivy.🌿🪴🌱🌾

Sticky….. sticks around long enough to

Annoy.

Tickles.

But.

Doesn’t tickle a person pink though.

Tickles just enough to tick a person off, and out of bed.

Leaves a scar, too.

Just enough of a reminder to “take you back” to the insidious ways it introduced itself into your world “way back when”. Or maybe not so way back when. What the heck why be specific and picky now….when it doesn’t suit all the the needs of everyone.

The necessary needs.

The reparation squad is alive and well and kicking and sticking.

Us with the bill.

Sticking others with the bill.

Can’t we just all get along?

If we could just channel, all that energy………

To that of positivity.

”When you wish upon a star”

Makes no difference who you are

”When you wish upon a star”

”Your dreams come true.”

Maybe.

They used to call it dreamland, slumberland.

Mr. Wonderful ‘round the corner…..

Mrs. Wonderful ‘round the corner…….

Little, cute wonderfuls running around the yard…….

Oh what a wonderful world.

Except there is currently an epidemic of night owls.

Heads that can move at a 360 degree angle—kinda like Linda Blair in the Exorcist.

When she became crazed due to

Lack of sleep.

Lack of shut eye.

Too much tossing and turning.

Destined to craze and daze through the next day blabbering who knows what to who knows who or whom.

Blah, blah, blah for sure.

Can you please repeat the question?

I forgot what the question was.

Do you remember?

Do I remember what?

What you just said?

Were you talking?

It sounded like nails on the chalk board to me.

I need to take a nap.🫤

Did I mention too, my mouth hurts.

From the wide opened stretched to the limit yawning and gasps to keep the aching bones going too.

A vicious cycle.

Where are those sleep reparationers when you need ‘em?

They are taking a nap.🫢

After playing another round of…..no, not pickleball…..not even golf…..

Monkey in the middle.

Blind man’s bluff.

Love is a battlefield.

The fur flies.

Monkey in the middle.

Piggy in the middle.

Hide-and-seek.

Keep away.

Ringtoss.

Keepy-uppy

Provocateur

Quibble

Yep. We ARE talking ‘bout the adults.

Not the kids.

They, the kids, are just watching in bewilderment.

At the rat race before their very eyes.

The horror show.

The “what happened to my parents” show.

The p’s used to bicker about the simpler things in life— what to watch on the Telly. After they figured out how to turn it on.

But this, this is something different, entirely different. As if something came along and possessed them and their bodies.

Like a bad case of poison ivy.🌿🪴🌱🌾🦇

To know a judge is to love a judge. To judge is not lovely. But to be unrecognizable. Another story.

It is a story of not being on the same page.

Which in and of itself is not a bad thing. Especially with 6-7-8 hours of the uninterrupted stuff.

Sleep.

It is the most important thing. Why must it be the older we get, the more difficult it can get to get a complete night of it. The brain is a mysterious enough place (lk)

why throw it a curve ball…….

a marble of sentence words……

a “did you see that”….or am I just imagining it………….

I may just chuck it all and start wishing on a star.

Lower my expectations.

Hope for the best.

Cept’ the head still hurts.

The heart does too.

The head is still pounding.

The heart is still pounding.

The head is still aching.

The heart is still aching.

Fighting fair.

Life isn’t fair.

Fighting fair.

Life isn’t fair.

The only thing left to do?

Compromise.

It doesn’t have to be a dirty word.

Settle it.

Once and for all.

Cosistent. Congruent Co-existence (provided the knives are locked in the cabinet🫨)

Life is way more interesting with differing points of view. Really. What causes the tension, the turmoil.

Agree to disagree.

That is one way to look at it.

Agree to something.

Agree with something.

Accommodation

Accreditation

Re validate

Re establish.

All positivity laden ways to move along.

Without a murmur, mumble or grumble, please.

Thank you.

My hearing is aching too.

And while my ears are attached to my head, I am guessing you have a guess what all is pounding loudly. At least it is the sound of the heart beating.

There are silver linings.

Even if and when the stars are not, aligned.

Life is too short.

We cause ourselves to become so lost in the fight, we forgot to fight for what is right. Who is right does not matter.

Fight for what is right.

And it is not who takes to the pickle ball court next.

Life is hard.

Going for the throat is not the best answer either.

It is hard on the heart.

The case must be made.

For a nap.

Before we become the Linda Blair’s of our own existence….. destined to spew green vomit all over the place.🤢🤮

Just move along. Without a murmur.

Be you.(ms)

Allow the other person to be them.

Leave the judgment on the pickle ball court or golf course.

Consider yourself very lucky.

The poison ivy will stop itching.

Sleep will return to a normal normality.

The head will stop pounding.

The heart, by God’s grace WILL keep pounding. Pounding with the sound there is still life under there somewhere. Enough life to avoid tossing and turning and bossing and burning each other.

Abrasive. Annoying. Aggravating. They will be here for another day.

Restoration+Conciliation =Reconciliation.

Doesn’t have to be perfect.

Just has to be.

Reduction.

Harm Reduction.

At the very least, show a willingness to end the madness and move along.

Reminder:

Tone is important.

Keep it honest.

Keep it away from the knife cabinet.

Keep it away from another’s throat.

The ultimate game of keep away. ☺️