  Mindful Meanderings People move in and out of our lives constantly (especially when you work in a hotel!). Most people move in and out of your line of vision without ever leaving a mark. It is those rare, soul-shaking moments when you meet someone new, but somehow familiar, that truly leave marks on the soul. It doesn't happen often, but when it does, it really makes you wonder (much like this entire blathering must be doing now). I met someone like that the other day, new but not new, and I always relish moments like that. Then, did you ever notice how poetry can make just about anything sound appealing?
Romantic and dreamy? I'm going to a spoken word event tonight to hear a singer that I really like. It always amazes me how poetry works on your brain, making everything from waterdrops to blood sound oh, so wonderful. I'm tempted to write something poetic about some really horrible thing, like decomposing flesh or garbage or something, but I'll spare you. Of course, if you'd like to submit something in comments... you'll only serve to prove my point.
Also, I had a subtle reminder of what it means to let god work through you. I never really considered what it means, but I had a great lesson yesterday morning. My littlest diva-ette grabbed a bagel to go for breakfast, but then never ate it. So, I removed it from the car, still intact and figured I would have it for breakfast myself. On the way from car to hotel, I came across one of the resident homeless men that linger on the sidewalk on our hotel block. Sometimes he's there, sometimes not. I asked if he would like it, and he asked me, "You don't want it?". Kind of a funny reply, I think. But I assured him that it was his, handed it to him and had some granola I keep stashed in my desk drawer. My littlest diva was the tool that allowed the universe to get that man his breakfast. You just never know what comes your way.
And just when will school go year-round? I have to sign up my oldest diva-ette for summer camp at $750 for 10 weeks. Not bad, until I find that I don't get a sibling discount, since I'm not a resident where the camp is, and the littlest diva will also cost $750. $1500 for 10 weeks of fun in the sun. I'm thinking a labor camp in Siberia may be better, put 'em to work and pay me! *sigh* Wonder if Martha Stewart has any openings. Diva out. 
