For Goodness Sake

   The above title of this blog, is a saying I heard in my youth. It has nothing to do with the blog to come! I just like it. I was fortunate enough to hear Justin Bieber say these precious words in a song this week. ( Yes I like his music, and I am really a 16 year old girl inside this bod) Give his new CD a twirl, its awesome, for goodness sake!

       Now, that I have explained so little, I will continue.

    I graduated from PT school this week, after five weeks, twice a week, hours of agony.
    My little girl therapist, said, " Bonnie, can you come back and visit us, we are like family!" To which I smiled and said, " We are not like family, we are still in like with each other and I will return shortly due to my bird bones, love you, good-bye." She was very sweet and a beast, sort of like Namaste and I may cut you!!
   Now onto my cataract surgery, in April and May. I feel like I may be on the hamster wheel of body repairs in my 63rd year on this planet. My motto, is to keep moving forward, and practice the art of finding happiness in all situations, try is the key word here. Pain and doctors appointments have a tendency to make me cranky, lucky for me, I am always a work in progress.

  I found this poem, this week, and it spoke to me. I think it will touch you also, and if it doesn't that's OK too. I can not find your happiness also!!
       Lord, my burdens are huge, it takes work, you are on your own. I just think this may jump your joy meter.
                      Dazzle of Day
                      by Pablo Neruda

                      Enough now of the wet eyes of winter.
                      Not one single tear.
                      Hour by hour, green is beginning,
                      the essential season, leaf by leaf,
                      until, by spring's name, we are summoned
                      to take part in its joy.

                      How wonderful, its eternal openness,
                      clean air, the promise of flower,
                      the full moon leaving
                      its calling card in the foliage,
                      men and women trailing from the beach
                      with a wet basket of shifting silver.

                      Like love, like a medal,
                      I welcome it,
                      I take it all in,
                      from south, from north, from violins,
                      from dogs,
                      lemons, clay,
                      from newly liberated air,
                      machines smelling of mystery,
                      storm-colored shopping,
                      everything I need:
                      orange blossoms, string,
                      grapes like topazes,
                      the whiff of waves.
                      I gather it up
                      endlessly,
                      effortlessly,
                      I breathe.

                      I dry my shirt in the wind,
                      and my opened heart.
                      The sky falls
                      and falls.
                      From my glass,
                      I drink
                      pure joy.

    Saturday, the bug man may have just sprayed my feet, finds me semi-well and happy.
    For goodness sake.