Sweet Life

Carole King ~~ Tapestry

My life has been a tapestry of rich and royal hue. An everlasting vision of the everchanging view. A wondrows woven magic in bits of blue and gold. A tapestry to feel and see, impossible to hold. Once amind the soft silver sadnessin the sky. There came a man of fortune, a drifter passing by. He wore a torn and tattered cloth around his leathered hide. And a coat of many colors, yellow-green on either side . He moved with some uncertainty, as if he didn't know just what he was there for, or where he ought to go.  Once he reached for something golden hanging from a tree. And his hand come down empty.  Soon within my tapestry along the rutted road. He sat down on a river rock and turned into a toad.  It seemed that he had fallen into someone's wicked spell.  And I wept to see him suffer, tough I didn't know him well As I watched in sorrow, there suddenly appeared a figure gray and ghostly beneath a flowing beard.  In times of deepest darkness, I've seen him dressed in black.  Now my tapestry's unravelling; he's come to take me back.  He's came to take me back!

But that is quite alright! I'm happy! See that picture, thats me with a real smile on my face.  Because I have come to realize that whatever is going on in my life with my health will go on whether I am sad, depressed or happy.  Whatever my mood my health will continue on its own predetermined path.  So, okay I may have to curb the things that I do.  My body frequently does what it pleases without me being able to control it.  I get exhausted by doing simple things.  Things that others do easily.  Agreed, my hair falls out and often my face looks like I spent hours in the sun.  Or my oral and nasal sores are more painful now.  And, there is this often uninterrupted pain running through my body. But, gee wiz (yes, I said gee wiz!) I refuse to grant it access to my heart and soul any longer.  I am rejecting this feeling today.  Hopefully, I will be able to do it again tomorrow.

So as Carole King sings  in her beautiful song Sweet Life....

You say you feel snowed under by circumstances

You can make of it what you will.
You can look at the down side or take your chances and try to make it uphill
Now you can't keep living inside your head in a prison cell all your own.
Just let yourself go get your body out of bed you don't
have to do it all alone.

Well it's a sweet life
Why don't you take a good look around
It's a sweet life baby
don't let it get you down.

Bunches of hugs and love LuAnne