MY ONGOING DIALOGUE TO BE....ME!

It occurred to me that my blog is 'an ongoing dialogue' shared with the world, it's me being a verbal processor. I write because it gives me incredible satisfaction to put my thoughts into words, and my words into coherent sentences, hopefully grammatically correct, and replete with uncommon vocabulary - perfect! That is fabulous and sexy and turns me on! Excuse my choice of words, but I believe words and knowledge and learning is sexy! Remember I am from the 60's - hippies, pot, nickel bags, love children, Haight Ashbury, oldies but goodies music (the best), black lights to go with a Jimmy Hendrix poster, tie died shirts, and everything wonderful and crazy! I just realized I have some fun ideas for more writing - the 60's - Stay tuned.

I digressed but it is a much better opening. I am writing from my kid's house in the valley. On the way here, I stopped at a Trader Joe's and picked up some groceries. I may be expressive and hyper sometimes, but my analytical side always wants me to be organized. So I am very thankful I left with a half hour cushion. It works better for me. Lately I have been so energetic and happy, it's like I am on adrenalin and power bars. And a perpetual smile on my face. It just came to me.....I am happy being Me, the true, authentic Aleta!

I can now say all my introspection, my writing in journals, reading self-help books, the deep thinking,   thoughts turning into ideas, the occasional sadness, and my hunger for knowledge, have all attributed to me being a happier, healthier Aleta. That is who I am and I have fun meeting people and making new friends. Today was no different.

The Trader Joe's cashier and I had an immediate connection. We said our cordial hello's and I told her about the herbal supplement I bought. She liked what I said because it was exactly what she needed. She was lovely with a slight accent, and beautiful, long black hair. I told her I had just come from the coast to visit my kids, and was very happy I remembered to pick up dinner. As I was leaving I said "It was very nice to talk with you, by the way, do you speak Farci?" She looked at me and with a surprised look and said, yes. I told her I knew an Iraqi pastor and thought I recognized her accent. And silly me, I patted myself on the back and laughed. I told her I love languages. We hugged a little and it was completely natural. She said I hope to see you again. I bounced all the way to my car, happy to meet such a gentle spirit, and very happy I could recommend the herb. Within 5 minutes I had to adjust my speed because I tend to drive fast when I am excited to get somewhere. I laughed at myself for that interaction, and hugging a stranger, and remembered the kids telling me "everywhere you go, Mom, everyone is your friend". I guess they are right.

Thank you for listening, God Bless!   Aleta

"Let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom."  -Marcel Proust, French novelist