Wonderful. Wonderful. Wonderful.

I had a dream this morning. An unsettling one. I lost my job. And I didn't have prospects of finding another one. But when I awakened, I reminded myself that I'm retired. I'm fortunate. I don't need a job. I've reached that point in life when I can coast, so to speak. It's a nice feeling. Not having to go to work every day. Instead, I sit down and write. For pleasure. Thoughts. So-called broodings. And love letters. That's my specialty. Letters with poetic qualities. Makes me feel like I'm living inside a poem. That's the true nature of love. Feeling alive. Being alive. Knowing it's far more than a dream. It's real. Wonderful. Wonderful. Wonderful. --Jim Broede