Listen…

Some mornings…Bertha…just doesn’t have anything to say…I know…it Jane Carrollseems unlikely…that…Bertha…the…Queen of Words…would remain silent…

But…it happens…

She says…on those days…it’s not that she doesn’t have anything to say…it is rather that she is listening…

Of course…she’s recommending that I listen…too…but not just with my ears…no…she reminds me to listen with…my heart…my eyes…to listen with all of my senses…with all of my being…

And only then…will I have anything of value to say…

Hmmm…she sure said a mouthful for someone who didn’t have anything to say…

Jane

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Got Sorts…

Yesterday…I woke up…out of sorts…I asked my friends at school to loan me Jane Carrollsome…but…they seemed to be…out…as well…

And…alas…I was…out of sorts…all day…

But…somewhere along the line…my curiosity got up…where did the expression come from…what did it mean…sorts…is a strange word when you think about it…

So…I did what I do best…well…except for napping…I Goggled it…seems that sorts were the little letters and characters that were used in typesetting…in years gone by…and the phrase originated from the frustration of being in the middle of a project…and running out of the letters that you needed to finish it…

Out of sorts

Bertha…said my fact finding was exemplary…but…she was more interested in how I was going…to…get…back into sorts

Hmmm…

Time for the contemplation chair…or…maybe I could just buy a bag of those magnetic letters…then I could have extra…sorts…any time I need them…

Jane

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