A friend of mine is stressing over our Toastmasters Christmas party. It's supposed to be fun. Today I am writing a song for us to sing to the theme of Ghostbusters.
We meet at Round Table Pizza. Think "Toastbusters". The birds are singing and flitting through trees. Some leaves are still hanging on. It is a day to revel in the beauty of being alive, and all that forms and unforms, all that wings on wind and breath.