Music and starfish

Today I'm grateful for......

Going shopping with my girls! Lunch together with fried green tomatoes, shopping for new music, books, and groceries.

New music, Ziggy Marley's Love is my religion, my new favorite song! And love love love, Corinne Bailey Rae.

Sorting through the crap that has accumulated in my room, moving it to the dinning room table with further intentions of a trip to good will when I'm done.

Finding treasures from michael while sorting. So many special moments spent alone remembering our special moments together.

The box left open waiting for my next adventure in MIBLTF.

Feeling sexy, I wish I would have felt like this when I was younger (thinner). I think I might have been too much for people to handle if I'd felt this sexy then. ;) ooooozing right jones ;)

Memories of lovely lunches over looking the harbor, heavenly clam chowder.

My Taylor and her thing about fashion and everything girlie.

My Kelsey and her thing about books, music, humor, and everything not girlie.

That Shannon saw me as being very open. I've always felt very open, been willing to tell anyone anything, but I've been told that I seem hard to approach.

Feeling connection with Shannon almost immediately, even without connecting, there was connection. New friends yeah!! ;)

Fantastic potato soup.

Looking forward to work tomorrow, helping my mom get caught up.

Lavender honey, 'nuff said.

Thanks to Shannon for showing me the lavender honey!

Finding my copy of "The Starfish":

It was still early, the mist had not yet cleared from the sea. In the distance, a solitary figure stood throwing objects out over the water.

Walking along the debris-strewn beach, I looked at the masses of starfish scattered everywhere. The tide had thrown them in, stranding them on the beach. As the sun rose higher, they would soon perish.

Approaching the stranger, I could see that it was the starfish he was picking up and returning to the sea.

Our eyes met.

"Do you really think you can help? There are millions of starfish on this beach. You can help so few. Does it really make a difference? Does it matter?"

He reached down and picked up another starfish, looking at it intently.

"Oh yes," he replied.
"IT MATTERS TO THIS ONE".

Good things are happening to the people I love.

you my little green tomato, you.