Friday, May 15, 2015
Weekends offer up all sorts of opportunities: to fall in love; to fall on your face to get a laugh as a saving grace. You can walk a sandy beach; ride the crest of a wave – ride a wave of goodwill; climb higher this time up that hill.
You can snuggle up, curl up, and make up once you come to your senses. Why not take a chance and ask someone to dance; swirl around and prance – there’s all kinds of wonderful ways to mend broken fences.
You can fly by night, fly into the night, fly overnight; you can go fly a kite – take in the miracle of a new sight. Did you ever think you could shine so bright once you conquered your fright? This might be a perfect thing for you: to take a walk on a weekend’s day; treat your Mom or Dad to lunch by the Bay.
Are you ready for this: make some whoopee, make some merriment – tell someone special of your deepest sentiment; or your intent to create a haven of content. My goodness! The wonders a weekend allows you to live – of dreams to give.
You have 48-hours to mingle, jingle, tingle; you can shake, rattle and roll, let happiness of body and mind take its toll. Enough of this wrapping your arms around yourself, tucked away in a room of gloom; trust me – you are someone special, you need to make hearts swoon – and soon.
You need to be living for the weekend, this weekend. You need to laugh and play in some way each day. Kick up your heels. Take a stroll in the park, do something different on a lark. Be beautiful, I tell you; be brave. But above all, people, make sure your heart sings and raves. This let’s your greatness shine through, and come weekend’s end – you’ll be full-up with pleasure from all you found to do.
“Do not go where the path may lead; go instead where there is no path and leave a trail” —–Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet, Lecturer, Essayist.
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