A friend of mine sent a message on Facebook yesterday, inviting me for coffee.  I replied:

Yes, Veronique.  I’m happy.  My mind is spacious.  Pick a couple of days that work for you and lets have lunch.

Hours later, I looked at what I’d written.

Hmm.  “My mind is spacious.”  What a strange thing to write.  People don’t talk that way.  Will the person on the other end figure out what the words mean?

I think she will.  I feel it right now … a clear blue sky.  Roaming high above the trees, embracing the horizon and wondering what’s beyond. 

And it’s my body too.  Every muscle and bone has lots of room.  They can wiggle.

More and more, I’m sharing what’s true for me in the moment, even with strangers.  It feels good.  Nothing hidden in dark corners. 

Some folks will be happy to receive my truth.  Some won’t.  That’s okay.

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And there’s something else within the words I sent to Veronique …

Lets

Another “Hmm”. 

It’s fair to say that in my adult life I have been obsessive about spelling and grammar.  Someone told me long ago to be meticulous here, so that the reader isn’t distracted from the message I want them to get.

Let’s is a contraction for let us.  I know that.  Probably you do as well.  I remember yesterday looking at lets after tapping the words to Veronique.  Something was niggling in my brain, but then I said “That looks right.”

So … is my mind starting to fade away from spelling perfection?  Said more dramatically:

Is this the beginning of some sad end?

Or should I just laugh!?

I vote for Door Number Two