Excellent story, Phyllis! I so love that "good and blessed Clown" and the Makers who give Clown so much... not least those marvelous "huge floppy yellow shoes." Wonderful!
The last sentence here filled my eyes….. “The Maker saw that it was good and blessed Clown, saying, “Wear your shoes well. ❤️When you stumble and fall, show the world how love picks you up and leads you ever forward.” ❤️
What a beautiful and imaginative story of love! The Makers gifts equip Clown with everything he needs to spread happiness and joy! Thank you for sharing l! 🤡🤩❤️
Thanks for an interesting story Phyllis, a clown symbolizing the gift of love. I read it twice and this question popped into my head..."Are we all just clowning around and calling it life?" 😅
A life of clowning around with each other could create love in a most just crazy enough way to bring laughter as a universal language of peace for healing. Would you all clown with me?!
Oh Phyllis, thank you for sharing the heart/soul/spirit of all of us clowns/jesters who seek to bring joy, levity and the ability to speak the sad & real in ways some people are able to hear it. ♡
I have read your story many times now, even to my husband. I can't find words to tell my heart's response. All I will say is thank you. Thanks you for creating wonder!
This was so touching and so beautiful. It filled me with so many thoughts. Two lines spoke to me the most: “The Maker saw that it was good and blessed Clown, saying, “Play your music well. When your guitar goes out of tune, show the world that love can harmonize even the sourest of note" and "The Maker saw that it was good and blessed Clown, saying, “Tend your flower well. When its dead petals fall, show the world that love will always grow again.” Living with a guitar player that is what his singing and playing does for me sometimes, it takes the "the sourest of the day" and makes it okay. Oh and then the line of the dead petals...grief of losing someone, grief of watching the news...love will grow again from this is what I thought of. I don't think I will look at a clown again without thinking of this story. From the yellow, floppy shoes to the tear in the eye. Thank you so very much. Hugs to you.
Excellent story, Phyllis! I so love that "good and blessed Clown" and the Makers who give Clown so much... not least those marvelous "huge floppy yellow shoes." Wonderful!
The last sentence here filled my eyes….. “The Maker saw that it was good and blessed Clown, saying, “Wear your shoes well. ❤️When you stumble and fall, show the world how love picks you up and leads you ever forward.” ❤️
Love carries us through…….
“When (not if) ...love will/can...”
We are not promised perfection but a way. Love is the way. Choose love!
Thanks, Phyllis.
What a beautiful and imaginative story of love! The Makers gifts equip Clown with everything he needs to spread happiness and joy! Thank you for sharing l! 🤡🤩❤️
Thanks for an interesting story Phyllis, a clown symbolizing the gift of love. I read it twice and this question popped into my head..."Are we all just clowning around and calling it life?" 😅
A life of clowning around with each other could create love in a most just crazy enough way to bring laughter as a universal language of peace for healing. Would you all clown with me?!
Oh Phyllis, thank you for sharing the heart/soul/spirit of all of us clowns/jesters who seek to bring joy, levity and the ability to speak the sad & real in ways some people are able to hear it. ♡
I have read your story many times now, even to my husband. I can't find words to tell my heart's response. All I will say is thank you. Thanks you for creating wonder!
This was so touching and so beautiful. It filled me with so many thoughts. Two lines spoke to me the most: “The Maker saw that it was good and blessed Clown, saying, “Play your music well. When your guitar goes out of tune, show the world that love can harmonize even the sourest of note" and "The Maker saw that it was good and blessed Clown, saying, “Tend your flower well. When its dead petals fall, show the world that love will always grow again.” Living with a guitar player that is what his singing and playing does for me sometimes, it takes the "the sourest of the day" and makes it okay. Oh and then the line of the dead petals...grief of losing someone, grief of watching the news...love will grow again from this is what I thought of. I don't think I will look at a clown again without thinking of this story. From the yellow, floppy shoes to the tear in the eye. Thank you so very much. Hugs to you.