Music, sweet music playing just for me. Tickling my tummy. Turning thoughts in my head. Every note is a treasure breaking the silence in my room. Turn it up. Play it again. Music, sweet music what a wonderful friend.
Tell me your dreams and I'll wish them true. You sparkle in my eyes. You are a patchwork on my soul. You pick me up. You delight in my highs and hold my heart through the lows. Our language is our own. Every secret kept. Every memory gold. What a gift and a treasure I have in you; my friend.
Blow the dried out dandelions. Plant a seed. Wear goggles in the tub. Explore confidently. Turn over rocks. Pick up roly polys. Start a new club. Chase anything that flies, scurries, or hops. Make stories out of clouds floating by. Roar until your voice goes out. Be you. Be kind. Touch everything. Hear giggles. Give exaggerated sighs. Live. Run. Fly anywhere your dreams take you.
I picked this flower from the house down the street. I saw it over the fence and it looked across the yard at me. I thought for sure it was all in my head, so I rubbed my eyes and looked over again. Sure enough what I saw was true, the flower was waving and shouting, “Yoo-hoo!” I couldn’t ignore a gesture like this, so I climbed over the fence to get closer to it. It gazed right into my eyes and said, “Pick me, pick me, pick me, go ahead!” I didn’t want to, but the flower insisted I did, so I plucked it from the garden. I suppose the neighbor will miss it, but when a flower tells you to pick it- you pick it!
Be a leprechaun. Spread mischief mixed with joy. Show there is magic in the small things. Make people feel lucky and loved. Because we are the luckiest, we get a moment in this life together. Pluck a clover and press it into the next page of your life story; write chapter after chapter built on the luck you make for others, and you’ll be golden.