Do You Wanna Feel Good Today?!....

(MADE TO ORDER Crochet Wedding Brooches by Wuglyees)

      I woke up this morning with the song by the 'Sons of the Pioneers', 'Tumbling Tumbleweeds', going over and over in my head...O_O...I don't know why either! LOL I mean, I really like the song, but it kinda gives you the feeling of drifting...relaxing....rolling along...like a tumbling tumbleweed! ^_^

     I've got things to do today! I can't be tumbling along like a tumbling tumbleweed!! LOL...Although I do like the way it made me feel good somehow...So, I decided I would do the same thing for YOU! :-) So that's all my blog is about today...making you feel good...ENJOY! :-)

     The first thing you have to do to feel good is 'Put your records on'! ...

     How about some 'feel good' reciting of poetry...by a 3 year old?! :-) ... It's a poem by Billy Collins called "Litany"... You can see the full poem below. I'll leave that one instead of one of mine today. :-)
      


       Happiness, right?! ^_^ ... Not enough?!...How about a little bedtime song...for puppies?! :-)

 
     Okay...maybe that was too much! LOL So how about just stopping to say something nice?!...



    Okay...'I'm Moving On'. :-) Have a good day...feel good! :-)

Litany (By Billy Collins)

You are the bread and the knife,
the crystal goblet and the wine.
You are the dew on the morning grass
and the burning wheel of the sun.
You are the white apron of the baker,
and the marsh birds suddenly in flight.

However, you are not the wind in the orchard,
the plums on the counter,
or the house of cards.
And you are certainly not the pine-scented air.
There is just no way that you are the pine-scented air.

It is possible that you are the fish under the bridge,
maybe even the pigeon on the general's head,
but you are not even close
to being the field of cornflowers at dusk.

And a quick look in the mirror will show
that you are neither the boots in the corner
nor the boat asleep in its boathouse.

It might interest you to know,
speaking of the plentiful imagery of the world,
that I am the sound of rain on the roof.

I also happen to be the shooting star,
the evening paper blowing down an alley
and the basket of chestnuts on the kitchen table.

I am also the moon in the trees
and the blind woman's tea cup.
But don't worry, I'm not the bread and the knife.
You are still the bread and the knife.
You will always be the bread and the knife,
not to mention the crystal goblet and--somehow--the wine.