Cosmic Bubbles

Congratulations! You can’t misunderstand this one! If you have been paying attention at all, you WILL understand I used the exact words in my last post, “pieces of dreams can be re-arranged to fit ” (and those words are in today’s anagram). The comic strip text is a random pick, from today’s Spot the Frog. I almost used it in the collage I did earlier, but held it out for some reason.

Today’s comic strip text: “frog species are dying left and right. the pressure to procreate has never been greater. if i don’t come across as irresistible the entire genus could be doomed.”

Anagram: “The pieces of dreams can be re-arranged to fit right before our eyes…see this? It does occur. God gives me a super reliable code. Lord’s pertinent as inner strength.”

Now I know why I didn’t use that particular comic strip text in the collage. It needed to be in a separate post.

like anagrams, pieces of dreams can be re-arranged to fit whatever is available. Sometimes we wish for something because we are dreamers, and sometimes the dreams change. Sometimes circumstances in life change us so we no longer wish or dream, and sometimes the wish changes because opportunity makes it available. I was thinking about what is available, that which is brought by the Ohio River. An aquaintance said once, “the river brings you things” (Paul Hassfurder of Madison, Indiana). That has stuck in my mind. What he told me I took to a different level, not “things”, not something material, or something necessarily that you can touch, though maybe. Sometimes that which the river brings is something that touches you.

Today’s anagram is right smack in the middle of the collage today, coming from the text, “Yes! I wonder if I’ll have to touch a fish.” The anagram reads, “Oh, they’ll use favors if I indicate how.” I think I will indicate how soon…how, soon, or how soon…with aplomb. Today’s word is aplomb, assurance of manner or action.

Maybe I already indicated something by spooning a gar; I am still thinking about the river, and what it has brought me. The spirit moves me, as I look at the snow falling once again outside the window, sometimes snow, sometimes rain…always water.

I have been known to catch snowflakes on the tip of my tongue. Wishes are like  snowflakes, too, you know. Just on the tip of one’s tongue…