All Beans, No Cow

I am a prone to planting wild, tangled, bewitchingly-magic beanstalks. That no one else can necessarily see.

Without intending to step into the overtold pages of a fairy tale, I become a child, palms open, cradling my fascination of ten enchanted beans. They are worth more than a cow. They are worth more than the beanstalk they could grow.

They are so heavy in possibility, I hold them tightly with my two small hands.

I might plant one- or three. I may share one, bake one, throw one, or disperse them all along my pathway home. But what I do what these beans is meaningless compared to the Hope and Laughter they absorb into my heart, through my palms.

In other words, some non-human things make me happy, too.
I fall in love, and I going to share that love with you.

Periodically.
When the whim strikes.

Maybe they'll feel like magic to you, too.
Or, maybe they'll look very ordinary.

It doesn't matter either way at this point.
The cow is long gone.

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Because it perfectly captures one of my most common facial posturings.

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Which Mamasaur keeps buying me from the local Farmer's Market.

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Because it still means something to me. Even after all this time.
Because unless someone like you cares a whole lot,
nothing's going to get better.
It's not.

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Because it allowed me to send this picture of an out-of-context-creepy children's book to the four people who immediately came to mind when I saw it.

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Because I'm attempting. I'm learning a new hobby. I'm figuring myself out. I'm living a better story.

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Because it captures how I feel about all the love that has been sent my way. It makes me so happy that all of me smiles- and it is so humbling and overwhelming that I can hardly process it. In this particular case, I'm staring at a card that the beautiful Dani Heart handmade for me.

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Because I had one, long ago, and it's the only thing in my old wardrobe I miss.

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Because it's fun to #ReadWithRarasaur . I promise.

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Because I have space that is uniquely mine where I can create. It is not a lot of space. It is not the most amount of space I've ever had. But. It is a beautiful, safe, open space. Day 70, friends. 6,048,000 seconds of freedom. #NoMoreLockedDoors

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Probably because of the la-la-la-la's.
Maybe because the lyrics remind me of that episode of "Rara Goes to Prison".

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Speaking of things that make me happy, are you joining us in Blog Festivities as we celebrate Tribus Day?

.... What do you mean you've never heard of Tribus Day?

Eli and I invented it a whole 20 hours ago.

I hope to be linking up my name right next to yours. We all have at least 3 loves, right? Right.

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Would you rather have the cow, or the magic beans? Are you beans more apt to be sounds or sights? Ephemeral or everlasting? Big or small?