Little Mary's Little Blog

A Little Death

Holy Moly Boo. It has been a little while. A huge little while, I know. I am so very sorry for all my little invisible friends out there. After my best little friend “passed away” I must admit I got a little indulgent in my depression. I traveled deep into the darkest corners of my little hole. This little hole that I call home. There were no more little sunny thoughts, it’s true. And so I stopped writing for my little blog. Because I didn’t want to depress you, little invisible readers. But what Crystal said went straight into my clouded over little heart. It pierced right through the thick black clouds. And it hurt a little. A good kind of little pain. I guess it woke me up! What am I thinking in my silly little head?! Me! Little Bouncy Rosy Silly Beanie me?! No no no. This won’t do. It is no excuse that my little invisible reading friends are shy and silent. It surely does not mean that they do not exist!

That’s one thing that I have learned. During this little death of mine. Do not believe what your five little senses tell you. Just because you see something doesn’t mean it exists. Just because you don’t see something doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist. And the same little thing applies to every one of our five little senses. I mean, sure they can be very helpful, but they don’t always tell the Truth. So you gotta have faith in your little heart and in your little soul. Because they are not little at all. Even if your faith is only as big as a grain of sand. Cuz that is just as big as a Giant Baked Bean. There is no little faith or big faith. You either have it or you don’t. Bla! Enough little mumblings.

I is back! I went deep into my little hole and when I thought I was ready to come out I couldn’t because a giant mountain of snow was blocking my door. And so against my will I crawled back in. All the way down the deepest littlest corner again. And now the sun is back out and the loud little blue birds are screaming. They think it’s sweet music but it’s not… It’s okay. They are happy. Crumpled Paper had turned to mush and so I bought him snow boots for his little paper tires. The plantations look pretty desolate. My rosies all went to sleep with the snow. It’s going to take some work and positive energy to revive them and replace them. In the end it will be a better garden. With better, stronger, more beautifuller roses. Funny to think that it was a Rose that woke me up and came knocking on my door to say the sun is out again. Cool beans.

Thank you little invisible but no so silent friend.

Little Pebbles

no one has the right to be mean to you. no one. sure, people get mad sometimes and they scream. and they say things without thinking. things that hurt us. sometimes a little. sometimes a lot. we are all little humans. sometimes we crack a little. with stress. with worries. with fear.

so we forgive. because we love them. because we want them in our lives. because we understand they just exploded a little. that's okay. but if someone explodes a little too often... you should still love them. and you should still forgive them when they say "i'm sorry". but little apologies are like little jewels. their value increases the fewer of them there are. and when there are too many of them. they become like little pebbles. the little streets of my little town are full of them.

it's okay to walk away from people who give us little pebbles. it's okay to want what's best for you and go and get it. it's okay to know that you deserve better. it's okay to know that you can have better. it's okay to love yourself a whole lot. you shouldn't feel guilty about it.