warby parker does, that's who... by (me!) sandra, topps, writeousmom
crazy blessed, way fun, ultra wonderful new years eve.. and that post, and those pictures will be ready soon,
for now,
return with me to santana row.. gorgeous landscaping, all decked for the holidays, a joy just to walk around..
but i did have some money from a Christmas gift to spend.. and, i had given away the sunglasses i'd been wearing for some time, and was in the market for a new pair
stopped first at the sunglass hut, i think its called.. and fell first for a pair that had a price tag of $300 something -art of immediate detachment. next, for a pair that had approx $150 price tag... art of less immediate detachment, but detachment still..
left the store, continued my stroll..
felt pulled inside warby parker... "books!" and i did find a cute pair of sunglasses, just under $100 (before tax..)
but a STRONG CH! [Cerebral Hyperlink] and i started just talking to anyone who was willing to listen, while simultaneously taking pictures
"i'm a writer.. a poet.. one time i asked... who organizes their books by size and color?!? but look.. you guys do.. and it looks beautiful! like, i might have to eat my words, -again.."
and i just shared my 2025 instructions, if you will.. i don't remember order, but i do 'receive' like a message to go by.. different messages, for different seasons..
i remember 'let that be enough' or something like that.. for one season.. and i remember applying it, when we went to vegas and saw ONE, the Michael Jackson show.. [best ever! encore! encore!]
but anyway.. then you see the gift store.. and find yourself, or least, i find myself, wanting a t-shirt, a decor piece.. souvenirs galore from this magnificent experience.. but, 'let the show.. seeing the show, let that be enough'
and as a result i left with only a couple pens that said ONE on them..
but the newest message is this: eating my words. in short, now that i'm just shy of 59 years old, i have that many decades worth of personal thoughts, ideas, opinions, philosophies, mantras...
that, with the advantage of time and life experience, observation and experiments, -well,
i've had opportunity to change my mind, change my heart AND mind, in some cases.. and i find i no longer have the exact same thoughts, ideas, opinions, philosophies, mantras as i did at age 30, or 40, or even early 50's..
so.. working on a poem for that too: about how glad i am that the words i have been, and will be eating.. they were pretty nutritious in the first place..
but back to warby parker... and my very STRONG CH from the archives
Saturday, December 01, 2012 originally written 2006
TABLE TOP PIANO, by sandra, ttgp
in the rich house i saw a pianoa piano not once played
used only as a table top
where pictures are displayed ~in suede or leather frames
in the poor house lived a young boy
longing fingers; much to say
songs to compose, music to share
but no piano 'round to play ~and for lessons, couldn't pay
in the rich house i saw a swimming pool
sparkling water still and blue
so beautiful to look at
which is all that you're to do ~ "look at that beautiful swimming pool!"
on the poor house lawn were children
running through the sprinklers
oh how they would love to splash
and swim, and plug their noses and dive to the bottom of the pool to find pennies, and pretend that they are mermaids, or sharks, and cannon-ball off the side of the pool, and get yelled at like this... "walk. don't run! the cement is slippery, i don't want you to get hurt now" and dry off on a great big fluffly towel under the sun with snacks and drinks nearby... then jump back in whenever they wanted
oh how they would love to splash ~ and swim the day away; with friends.
at the rich house i saw four cars
but three were never driven
three unused cars for just in case
now, that's some kind of livin'!
at the poor house, shoes and passes
for walks to bus or train
yellow plastic coats and boots
umbrellas for the rain ~ "$3.52 a gallon!" don't hear them complain.
in the rich house i saw lots of books
with matching leather covers
alphabetized and organized
-not by an author lover!- ~ who reads by size or color?!
in the poor house, dated magazines
a library book or two
hungry minds, big appetites
for stories that are new ~books owned and loved; not due.
in the rich house, cleaned by maidens
many objects to observe
crystal designs so shiny they blind!
shout, "see what i have earned!" ~ see in college what i learned!
in the poor house, small but tidy
family pictures line the hall
in wal-mart frames, big smiles remain
shout, "i love you one and all!" ~ keep your chin up and walk tall
in the rich house, pride and prejudice
aversion to the weak
mistaken thought, that what they've got
is what every person seeks ~ but this is mine for keeps! i earned it!
in the poor house, hopes and wishes
for a better life with more
piano's, pools, books and transporation
a better life with more
~just one car, not four
~their very own musical score!
~to swim with friends galore
~own books bought from a store!
a better life, a better life, a better life with more.
and i wish you all a better life
a better life with more
to everyone who's hurting
knocking softly on hopes door
and i wish sometimes that i
-me- that i could even out the score
and give to the poor thought rich
the wealth of the rich but poor
so that everyone, poor or rich
everyone rich or poor
can manifest, become your best
~know a better life with more.
by sandra, the traveling gypsy poet. final touches, may 24th, 2006. spell check edits...
that's wal-mart, not wallmart and who's, not whose... by favorite blogger friend, len stegmann.
thank you.
#warbyparker
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