My own little world.

For now, I need to dream. My dreams keep me alive. And in love.  Yes, I live in my dreams. I would have it no other way. I was born to dream. Helps me to create my own reality. My own little world. --Jim Broede

A sigh of relief.

Over a lifetime. One has many, many sighs of relief. I love to sigh. Means I’ve gotten over a hump. Solved and survived a difficult situation. Made the most of it.  Of course, there are many,  many days, too. When I go without a sigh. Because life is flowing smoothly. My biggest sigh of relief in a long, long time. Will come on election day. When I know, for sure, that Donald Trump won’t be our next president. --Jim Broede

Of having no limits.

So many ways to travel. Without leaving home physically. Merely by allowing one’s mind. To leave one’s body. And go anywhere in the cosmos. All it takes. Is a vivid imagination. Makes me wonder. If  the imagination becomes the door to the spiritual realm. Gives one a feeling. Of having no limits. --Jim Broede

Makes for a wondrous life.

I like to muse. In part. Because musing helps me better understand my inner being. Especially when I write my musings. Allowing me to conveniently return to what I mused yesterday, or last year. Best to build a separation of time. Between  musings. Looking back. Giving me keen insights. About where I’ve been, and where I’ve come. Evolving.  Constantly.  Never at the same place two days in a row. On the move. Never static. Better not knowing exactly where I am. Always a new horizon. A new vista. Every day. Makes for a wondrous life. --Jim Broede

I don't get it.

A certain portion of the American electorate want change. Yes, change for change sake. Anything will be acceptable. Other than the perceived establishment.  In other words, if the choices were Hillary Clinton or a chimpanzee, the change faction would vote for the chimpanzee.  But even worse, they’d vote for Donald Trump. I don’t get it. --Jim Broede

My worst nightmare ever.

It’s downright scary.  The possibility that Donald Trump could be elected president of the United States. If that happens, gawd help us. This would no longer be my America. I’d not have wanted to live in Nazi Germany or in the Stalinist Soviet Union or in modern day Syria. Never dreamt that America could face an even worse fate. Until now. A political upheaval. That brings Donald Trump to the White House. Please tell me. It ain’t true. It can’t happen.  That I will awaken. From my worst nightmare ever. --Jim Broede

Despite the loss.

Losing someone or something near and dear, is no cause for extended lamenting. Instead, it’s my signal to get on with life. To appreciate and savor precious moments. A reminder that I am still very much alive. And with it.  I’m the lucky and blessed one. The survivor. No sense in grieving forever. Better to get over it. Maybe that sounds a little cold and callous.  Especially to people who like to grieve. Almost feel as if it’s a responsibility.  A tribute to a loved one.  For me, the finest tribute is to live life to the fullest. To find ways to be happy and reasonably contented. Despite the loss. --Jim Broede