I am hoping... that my sweet rabbit Misty is calm; she's undergoing x-rays today to determine the extent of cancer in her little body.
On my mind... the many adulting tasks to attend to, such as taxes, finalizing my trust and will, doctor appointments.
Noticing that... the clock on the wall is stopped at 2:10, and I find this confusing every time I glance at it.
Pondering these words... that yesterday, Bad Bunny said "God bless America," and then listed all the countries in all the Americas, which I appreciated.
One of my favorite things... is a cup of strong black coffee.
From the kitchen... there isn't much happening. At least it's clean!
Around the house... I can see it could use a good dusting (adding it to the list of tasks).
A few plans for the rest of the week... seeing clients, attending new volunteer orientation for Action for Happiness, and taking my child to the DMV to get a REAL ID.
Here is picture I am sharing... of a recent acquisition, my screaming goat pillow!
I'm two days into college And I'm three lectures behind There's this guy, let's name him Colin He says he wants to be mine But it doesn't really sit with me quite right 'Cause he doesn't really like the things I like And I keep accidentally locking myself out of my dorm in the middle of the night
I wake up kinda wired And I wake up kinda cold And I wake up kinda tired But I'll just sleep in when I'm old See I don't like breaking rules But don't like doing as I'm told So I just float around and keep my head down And hope my life unfolds
And everybody's telling me that I'm doing so well I try to trust them, honestly I find it hard to tell If I need work or I need rest I try my best to try my best I tell myself, I say out loud It's fine, I'll figure it all out
I tend to forget I'm still only quite young In a way, this life of mine has only just begun I've got time I've got time
I'm two days into college With a busy, busy mind That guy that we named Colin He's so handsome, he's so kind My friends tell me I'm crazy Say I take it way too far 'Cause I told him that it's over 'Cause he doesn't play guitar
I'm only two days into college And my bedroom is a mess There's just so much that I want to do That I have not done yet There's just so much that I want to say And far too little breath Oh, my mind it runs so far away It's easy to forget
That to everybody else, it looks like I'm doing so well I try to see it, honestly I find it hard to tell If I've done wrong or I've done right I need a good night's sleep tonight They said go out, I said alright I think I won't, I maybe might I probably should just take it slow I'll be all good But God I know
The one thing that's important above everything else Is to learn not to put all this heavy pressure on myself I try believe it when I say "If it's meant to happen, it'll happen anyway" I'll be fine
I've got time I've got time
That's where I'm at To be honest Just two days Two days into college
Where will you go my darling daughter? I'm gonna live down by the water If I ever could find the time, never no reason or rhyme I'm gonna live down by the water
I'm gonna send a dozen roses Down the river like baby Moses And I'll wash my tears away when I'm down in the river today I'm gonna a dozen roses, a dozen roses
And who will be your one and only (When) when the days are lost and lonely And the little blue birds of spring go down to the river to sing Who will hear their testimony?
Sing a little song, darling Sing it like a little blue starling In the country or the town and for miles all around Sing a little song darling
Now the days are getting hotter I'm gonna live down by the water If I ever could find the time, never no reason nor rhyme I'm gonna live down by the water Down by the water, gonna live down by the water Gonna live down by the water, gonna live down by the water
"At the start of this quest, I had no way of imagining that long after it was over I would still be struggling to formulate a coherent response to the miseries the canyon inflicted on us, the satisfactions that would later overtake the memories of that misery, or the yearning and splendor that transcended them all. I had no way to fathom the force with which the canyon's austerity, its grandeur, and its radiance -- traits that stand implacably aloof to human hopes and ambitions -- can impart a perspective that will enable you to see yourself as nothing more, and nothing less, than a grain of sand amid the immensity of rock and time and the stars at night."
-Kevin Fedarko, A Walk in the Park: the True Story of a Spectacular Misadventure in the Grand Canyon
Healing began when her eyes beheld herself, her heart quickening at the recognition that she wanted to live again. Restoring soul to body is a process of reconciliation.
The journey began with a decision to be touched.
There is a vital difference in the quality of being touched and receiving touch. Tender as a mother, sensuous as a lover, transcending into power and wholeness.
When the hour is done, she knows she is a beloved daughter, a beautiful woman, having given her entire self, body and soul, into the hands of Love.
Carnal syrup which flows within, why not make it art? It has been spilled enough to fill the gloomy pit of Tartarus. Ferry to us the draught of life. Preserve us from dissolution, for our gene codes fight dauntlessly, against this. Be not used to segregate others, for humanity is one tribe. Thou are the mystery, the sinew, and the richness that makes our lives worth living. Yes.
-Kathryn Harper
This poem was written using a style called ekphrasis. The photograph is of a piece by René de Guzman and is titled Blood Color Theory. His artworks allude to current issues such as the HIV/AIDS crisis in the early 1990s. In this piece, de Guzman sandwiched his own blood, mixed with preservatives, between two Plexiglass sheets. The work's impact lies partly in the shock value to convey the message, and the work takes on the formal qualities of a minimalist painting. What I find intriguing are the images reflected. This poem, which echoes The Lord's Prayer, is the result.
Creating concrete visions of a macrocosmic prism with a brilliant optimism and appropriate ambition To be open from the center redirected to the moment This is it love, this is it love, unrestrainable nature We can change it from the edges, we can challenge all our borders There is always a new leader, there is always a new order Our pathway is proceeding and the way is always changing We are free from what prevents us to realise our destination (ohhh, ohhh woho, ohhh, ohhh woho)
Free, from all old stories I've been told, I walk through the valley of my own shadow Free, from all old stories I've been told, I walk through the valley of my own shadow
Awareness is my virtue and I'm grateful for the search to Dive deep within my own mind and to trust the intuition of the lives I've lived before this are essential form of gnosis it's a simple form of freedom it's as smooth as inhalation, oh the exhale is releasing all the tension I've been feeling, on the surface and beneath me I'm connecting to my spirit, and I'm here now right before you, I am present in this moment, my life's work is to honour the great beauty all around you (ohhh, ohhh woho, ohhh, ohhh woho)
Free from all old stories I've been told, I walk through the valley of my own shadow Free from all old stories I've been told, I walk through the valley of my own shadow (ooooh, yeah, ohhh, ohhh)
Creating concrete visions of a macrocosmic prism with a brilliant optimism and appropriate ambition To be open from the center redirected to the moment This is it love, this is it love, unrestrainable nature
This is it love This is it love This is it love This is it love
