February, month of despair,
with a skewered heart in the centre.
I think dire thoughts, and lust for French fries
with a splash of vinegar.
Cat, enough of your greedy whining
and your small pink bumhole.
Off my face! You’re the life principle,
more or less, so get going
on a little optimism around here.
Get rid of death. Celebrate increase. Make it be spring.
~excerpt of “February,” by Margaret Atwood
listen / do you want to know a secret / do you promise not to tell ~ The Beatles (and me, but I’m not telling)
Let the rain kiss you / Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops / Let the rain sing you a lullaby / The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk / The rain makes running pools in the gutter / The rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night / And I love the rain. ~ Langston Hughes
filling the void with LIFE!
I hope that you’ll remember / even when you’re feeling blue / that it’s you I like / It’s you yourself / It’s you I like.
happiness / how’d you get to be happiness / how’d you get to find love, real love / love, love, love.
Should auld acquaintance be forgot / And never brought to mind? / Should auld acquaintance be forgot / And auld lang syne!
“I always felt that the great high privilege, relief and comfort of friendship was that one had to explain nothing.” ~Katherine Mansfield
ghosts of Christmas past
oh what a beautiful morning, oh what a beautiful day — i have a wonderful feeling, everything’s going my way [today, anyway!]
think I can pull it off?
an odd year-in-review post
she’s a w-o-m-a-n, say it again.
Ava Gardner was the most beautiful woman in the world, and it’s wonderful that she didn’t cut up her face. She addressed aging by picking up her chin and receiving the light in a better way. And she looked like a woman. She never tried to look like a girl. ~Sharon Stone
oh what a week / mid-December, in 2011 / what a very special time for me / I’ll remember, what a week. (apologies to Leo Sayer)
ooh baby i love your way (every day)….want to be with you night and day ~peter frampton
squeezing and smashing and flattening, oh my.
lots of making in my household lately. and making = happy.
The falling leaves / Drift by the window / The autumn leaves / All red and gold
I see your lips / The summer kisses / The sunburned hands / I used to hold.
Since you went away / The days grow long… / And soon I’ll hear / Old winter songs
But I miss you most of all / My darling, when autumn leaves start to fall…
Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower. ~Camus
thank you for helping me have such a wonderful birthday!
You who live your lives in cities or among peaceful ways cannot always tell whether your friends are the kind who would go through fire for you. But on the Plains, one’s friends have an opportunity to prove their mettle. ~Buffalo Bill
put the lime in the coconut and you feel better / put the lime in the coconut drink ‘em both up / put the lime in the coconut and call me in the morning (listening to this with Katie right now!)
here I sit in the Chicago airport. what do i do, but put down some words and pick up my knitting needles!
We all have our own life to pursue, our own kind of dream to be weaving. And we all have some power to make wishes come true, as long as we keep believing. — Louisa May Alcott
“Gratitude is when memory is stored in the heart and not in the mind.” ~Lionel Hampton
“There is no season when such pleasant and sunny spots may be lighted on, and produce so pleasant an effect on the feelings, as now in October.” ~Nathaniel Hawthorne
lori lori bo-bori, banana fanna fo-fori, me, my, mo-mori. lori. GET IT??
just sitting in the quiet, feeling happy and grateful this morning for more things than i can say
“O strengthen me, enlighten me! / I faint in this obscurity, / Thou dewy dawn of memory.” (Ode to Memory, Alfred Lord Tennyson)
No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace / as I have seen in one autumnal face (~ John Donne)
blue skies, smiling at me / nothing but blue skies, do i see. / blue birds, singing a song / nothing but blue birds, all day long.
wistful: Having or showing a feeling of vague or regretful longing; showing pensive sadness; a sadly pensive longing; full of yearning or longing; sad and thoughtful; longingly; sadly remembering something nice
In summer, the song sings itself. ~William Carlos Williams
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