2010 - Fuzzy Logic
I got the green light, I got a little fight
I'm gonna turn this thing around...
-Read My Mind, The Killers

I hardly relish in wearing my heart on my sleeve, but the notion here is not to lament or harp, but to share and learn.
Must. find. strength. Strength to overcome shadows of the past and to take that leap of faith in to a brighter and more animated dimension. Strength to climb up in to the open skies again.
I've realized that we are creatures of vulnarability and suckers of warm & fuzzy feelings. Friendship is fuzzy. The love between a man and woman is fuzzier. I love the word 'fuzzy' because there is a warmth and expression to it that is associated to a warm cup of hot chocolate on a cold winter's day, or the soft fur of your favourite teddy bear or puppy that you hug to sleep. It's what we thrive on and it feels.....nice.
....Sometimes though...when Mr Sheep's fur coat is not nicely taken care of, it gets filthy and all knotted and....spoilt. Sure, it's a thick and fuzzy-ish coat....but it's what u call - expired fuzz. That's when you need to shave it all off so a new and fuzzier coat has space to grow. =)
*baaaa.....*

May you all have fuzziness in your lives. It is what wraps the heart with warmth - and gives me a reason to smile. Every day. =)
1 Comments:
Very well written, lebbie.
I have no doubt that the fuzzy warm coat will regrow again soon enough! Until then, your girlfriends are always here to keep you warm, ya.
Guess you can link to my "photoblog" which consists mainly of superficial posts. Ha!
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