My oh my, you outdid yourself today, my planet-sized punkin. What a Juney day in these parts. Thank you.

My nose thanks you, for all the lovely scents; my hair thanks you, for being tousled so delightfully in your soft breeze; my eyes thank you, for being filled with such unbelievably lush and vibrant greens and blues; my ears thank you for the birdsong and the guy mowing the yard outside; my skin thanks you for the sweet kiss of your cool moving air and the warm touch of your non-fatal sunlight; my mouth thanks you for the almost overripe yet still tasty banana for breakfast; my feet thank you for a place to stand; and my heart thanks you most of all, for the pure joy your beauty has given me today, purely gratis. And all it took was for me to be alive.

Cha-ching! Jackpot.

Some people have all the luck, one guesses.

How to Fix Yourself:

(not you, world, but my fellow eensy squigglers on your surface)

Like anything, there’s a bajillion ways to fix yourself, but here’s what is working (knocking madly on any wood within knocking distance) for me. Screw messing around with old thoughts or memories. That’s yesterday’s news. Funny, but the mind has some difficulty fixing the mind. Go straight to the source. Work with energy and the thoughts will follow.

Break out the body, brother, break out the body. Turns out Cesar Millan really is the new Jesus.

Your miniscule adorer,

LWIII