July 14, 2014
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Lynn's lament
I guess everybody wants to write their own story...
I wanted mine to be the one where the forest critters gather 'round, birds singing their songs, landing on my shoulders or my finger... the bunnies hopping around my ankles....
but some people I guess are more for Nightmare on Elm Street, or The Nightmare Before Christmas...
I was more for Cindy Lou Who, while others are more for the Grinch...
I was for Tiny Tim, while others may be more for Scrooge...
I wanted to fill my world... our world... with beauty...
not the nightmare... not the drama... not the tragedy.........
not the things that shake a world to pieces.I wanted to paint our world, and your memories, with beautiful brush strokes...
because I knew... or anyway, believed... that no one wants to leave a world of beauty.
Comments (5)
It would be nice to paint our world with nothing but beauty.
I guess that's what heaven is all about. We can paint our own corners with beauty and care about each other. 
I, like you, prefer to focus on positives whenever possible. There will always be negative somewhere, and sometimes it does need to be acknowledged and dealt with, but the positives, even in the small things, that which makes us smile and have happy memories is so precious. My sister used to claim I would see the world through "rose colored glasses". Well, when I got older I did buy a pair of sunglasses with a rose tint, and yes, they do make things seem brighter and more cheery. We cannot always choose what happens to us, but we can choose how we deal with it. I like the idea of your story with happy little critters and lovely brushstrokes.
This is so beautiful!
And I feel the same way you do!
One of my nicknames is Pollyanna...and people have said to me, "Quit being so pollyanna, Pollyanna".
HUGS!
right now my world seems to be like a soap opera, and I don't like it. But I do have lots of good things in my life. A husband and children who love me, a nice house, food to eat, and a canary who sings. And God's love, the most important thing of all.
hehehe - can't help it every time you mention your canary that sings I think of my daughter's parrot that said...
Tonight he huddled up by the corner of my porch ceiling. I'm guessing he was glad to be out of the storms. Yes, I too, try to count blessings each day, rather than sorrows.
"if you want music get a canary" lol
I have a lovely brown thrasher that has visited my porch for the last few evenings and he sings the most beautiful tunes.