Heartlites by Krystiahn

It’s so easy for us humans to complexicate simplicity when we’re bombarded with Earthian madness and media confusion and illusions. Especially in a society that keeps telling us: What’s in your bank account and material stash is more important than what’s in your heart.

It’s often a daily choosing of which attitude I’ll imagine for the day. For me, the best morning booster is to NOT turn on the TV news and be slaughtered with all the local and world problems that exploded while I was sleeping, & I’m not prepared to resolve while still in my jammies.

And I do not look at all the beautiful morning anchors, especially the incredibly divine Diane Sawyer, while I am still rubbing sleep out of my eyes, stumbling in to pee and then nuking a cup of coffee, unless I keep remembering: Diane has already been into hair, make-up and wardrobe for over an hour and getting paid millions to be there on time.

My only Saving Grace for everyday is to capture at least 10 minutes every morning before the world interrupts me with it’s onslaught of frantic nonsense over my nuked coffee ... the best hideout for me is the shower (my cosmic phone booth).

There I chat with my Angels, as in:

“OK, Gang! What are we going to do today? What’s the assignment? Cheer somebody up? Help someone laugh? Call and listen to a friend? Paint a painting? Do the laundry? What’s it all about, Alfie Angels?”

Then I hush up and listen.

After that I start counting my blessings, no matter how small they may seem. Like: “Thank you for the sheets I just slept on, the hot water that trinkled out of the shower, the food I have to feed my cats, the roof over my head, the quality friends who luv me and I luv, the ability to walk and see and sense… the nuked coffee & the wherewithal 2 communicate on my computer.”
It is so easy to take what we have for granted, be it a tramp or a Trump. Each in our own way, if we only view our spiritual assets, we have soooo much to be grateful for!

Like: True friends (tho they may be few but loyal), a roof to harbor our bodies (though it may be a one-roomer and not a mansion) and food though it may be Mac & Cheese and not Wolfgang Puck’s Take Out.

Each in our own way, we need to deal the cards we are dealt… be it Jokers or Aces. Hey! At least we have a Hand 2 Hold N The Game!

Play your cards as if you are the King or Queen of Hearts!