I AM f*****g weird. And I love my little weirdo ass.
I'm not very traditional by today's standards. I AM socially awkward. I AM kinda creepy, though a harmless creepy. I AM often misunderstood, with good reasons; what one heard or read is indeed messed-up, however, like a word with two meanings; that's SO not the meaning I meant.
I grow so tired of social networking sites...due to lack of authenticity. Don't get me wrong I struggle, superficial is pretty deep for me though I do strive for one on one genuine sharing.
I really love this time of year. Not based on fond childhood memories or wishful thinking. Just so wonderful the whole Thanksgiving-which I spent comfortably alone yet, not feeling at all alone due to overwhelming gratitude and presence.
Now Advent has begun, I feel so PJ's cozy everywhere I am. It's a time to die all over again and welcome The Christ born anew, within...
If you could see the visions and images in my head these feelings and times create I am fairly certain it would warm your heart like a homemade mug of hot cocoa with little marshmallows. While your soul tucked in, all comfy, with your favorite blanket.
May you all find and embrace your "weird." Forget what is societal. Prepare your heart by being true to it.
Advent blessings...
