More feeling

Good morning all.

It is a grey ish morning here,

in my Verdun.

Less and less I feel the inclination to call it, My beautiful ugly, because, let’s face it, it is lush and pretty, sigh.

My personal life,

is lush and pretty right now.

Everyday my home,

becomes more,

mine.

I am enjoying time with friends,

I am enjoying getting to know,

a lovely woman.

She, is so not complicated,

she takes life as it comes,

she is grateful for what she has,

she enjoys the now,

I don’t mean that in a hokey,

new agey, self help,

kind of,

a way,

I mean it in,

a breath in,

breath out,

feel the breeze,

taste the food,

hold her hand,

kind of way,

a no hurry,

we’ve got right now,

let’s live,

kind of way.

Also, let’s not over think.

I have always,

overthought things,

and in the past few months,

I have tried to feel,

more, than think,

I need to not,

let my anxieties,

take me over,

just feel, just be.

I need to focus less,

this doesn’t apply to work,

that I need to focus more,

but, in being with friends,

loved ones,

I need to feel,

not get anxious,

trust the feelings,

in the immortal words,

of Marvin Gay,

We’re all sensitive people
With so much to give
Understand me, sugar (ooh ooh)
Since we’ve got to be here
Let’s live

yeah, let’s live, let’s enjoy.

Have a great one you all.

Later girls,

BB

By Bookish Butch

I am a bookish butch in my mid early fifties. I live in Montréal and always have. I used to run a small used bookstore. Reading keeps me sane. My latest jiggie is photography, book project in the works, living the dream

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