After going to the circus today, I had to buy myself a slide whistle.
Letting go of possessions is interesting. I feel okay about losing all my beloved small musical instruments recently. (They were stolen from U-Haul storage where they were temporarily stored during my move.) It was difficult at first. A good many instruments are gone: claves, kazoo, playing spoons, tin whistle, a collection of harmonicas, a harmonica holder so that I can play one while also playing guitar, …
I used them for years, some of them for decades. I had sentimental attachments to them. Wonderful memories remain. I am lucky.
And now I have a slide whistle. It is too ridiculous an instrument for me to have resisted. I can play kazoo like nobody’s business. I mean, for one thing, I make it sound like a sax. That is ridiculous so people start laughing. Now I will be able to incite laughter with a slide whistle.
I love making people laugh.
Humor helps us when we are in pain. Laughter heals.
Life should be like the circus.
I try to turn my day into a circus—filled with magic, daring, unapologetic joy, and a sufficient amount of ridiculousness.
I know in my heart that Fairies go to the circus. Many a Fairy worships human artistry and prioritizes joy. Surely, Fey Folk are drawn to circuses’ glittery costumes and uninhibitedly wild pomp.
Surely some Fairies spin enchantments for circuses to succeed financially. That way, circus artists can be paid to devote their time to keeping their skills sharp and entertaining everyone. Fairies not only seek entertainment but also want everyone else to have it.
Fairies bless my day so that I can live in magic, be daring, pursue joy wholeheartedly, and indulge in ridiculousness. That way, I am entertaining them.
When a small item is suddenly and inexplicably missing, Fairies might have stolen it, so lore tells us. Lore does not say that Fairies break into storage spaces and abscond with carfuls of boxes. That box of small instruments was not the only one stolen. Whoever is to blame, I’m happy to be more lightweight.
In recent years, the burglary and other unpleasant events forced me to let go of half my possessions. It was hard. But I became grateful that the universe forced my hand. It led to my choosing to get rid of more, and I hope to winnow down to only 7/8 of what I had.
running away to join the circus of life.
Older but still tiny, I escaped from the neighborhood
on my bicycle.
A circus performer in the big top that is life,
I travel across physical miles
and the small spaces within atoms.
It is easier with fewer possessions.
Burglars stole beloved tools that created joy.
Less burdened, I more easily traverse Gaia and atoms,
as I make new joy
with my slide whistle,
stubbornly happy attitude,
and magical spells.
I make joy with the musical instruments that were not stolen.
I make joy with new tools that appear in new lands.
I will make joy with the glitter and other goodies
that remain after I finish purging my possessions.
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I’m having a hard time getting people
To once again acknowledge my gifts. I was sent to bring joy happiness all over but vnickie strong forest ms has a curse on me
I’m sorry, I do not understand your post after the word “but.” Are there some typos after that word?
“I do not make do. I make joy. So mote it be!”
Wiser words were never spoken! I love your energy
Oh, thank you so much, my dear. You made my evening!
Yep you just keep going and going –it’s true!
Thanks I really enjoyed reading about the Circus and your positive response to the helping hands hand(s) the Universe gave you. Lol they helped themselves to your stuff.. but here you still go …unfettered even more by excess baggage –keeping it fun!
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Thank you! Paula, I always love your responses to me because they’re so creative and upbeat and supportive. And fun. Hugs!
Hey people!!!!!
Good mood and good luck to everyone!!!!!