Recently, my friend David told me that he really appreciates some of the things I have to say. "Interesting, even pithy," he said. And then I got these fortunes cookies at chinese restaurants that said: "Assert yourself, your ideas are worthwhile at this time," and "Work with the public and let your hidden qualities shine."
David told me that he has a blog to which he posts his views and observations from time to time. He suggested that I should publish my own pearls of wisdom under the title Barb's Barbs. I got to thinking about it. My name is Barbara and the nickname Barb has always reminded me of a barbed wire fence---not exactly the image I want to project. My British friends often call me Babs, which reminds me of a babbling brook. This conjures in my mind a lovely natural setting with water flowing in the background----peace, quiet, serenity. The brook is just there--- unobtrusive--- but continually there---the fluid, ever-changing essence of life. We can take note of the sound of the water flowing or we can go on our way paying it no mind. It makes no difference to the brook.
I mentioned to my friend, Pete, the fact that David had suggested I publish a blog. I also told Pete about the fortune cookies, apologizing with the words: "but they are only fortune cookies." Pete said, "That depends on whether you believe in fate or not." I'm not sure I believe in fate, but I have experienced many moments of serendipity, coincidence and ESP.
So here goes. Just imagine me as a babbling brook in the background of your life, inconspicuous, just there. If you hear something that touches your ears, or your heart, or your mind in a special way, so be it. If I seem to be a babbling fool, pay me no mind. I will offer these posts from the center of my being, and I modestly hope they will touch the center of yours.
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