Julie Andrews & Carol Burnett
Worry increases pressure; prayer releases peace.
The only thing I’ll likely miss from this election season: The emails. From Obama, Romney, and their entire families, Maya Angelou, Barbara Streisand, Bill Clinton, Marco Rubio and one of the Baldwin brothers… Not Alec, sadly.
I’ll miss awakening to those eloquent words; VOTE FOR (________)!
And the personalized messages, that I know were hand typed just for me.
I’ll miss seeing campaign logo’s in my inbox, sitting there like little, lost works of Dega.
And all of the jargon that makes me feel ill-equipped to vote.
But most of all, I’ll miss the special attention being paid to me that I know the other 314,649,219 people in these great United States are not receiving.
I’m Olivia Richardson and I approve this message.
I looked in the mirror today and saw that my eyes had grown much too old. Over the past two years I’ve allowed the stresses of my life to take a mighty hold and tonight I’ve hit the metaphysical wall with such great force that my body is literally fatigued and unmovable. I’ve been praying to God that He would take the stresses away, change the functioning of certain relationships… or reveal to me that I’m just crazy and it’s all OK. I’ve riddled my consciousness with worries and “whys”, and have continued to say; “I’ve got this”.
I can’t, I don’t.
The only desire of my heart, tonight, is to hear; Be still, and know that I am God.
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what are you hiding from?
what makes you spit out such bitterness?
why do you choose to stand in discomfort?
what causes your wandering pace?
why do you gulp away at precious moments rather than sip?
i don’t understand.
… and now you run away, more vigorously and ferociously than you came; as if to avoid the uncertainty of a peaceful tick.
dear woman, stop.