Love the one you're with.

Shapespeare, Emily Dickenson, Shelley, and Yeats had it right.  Love is so Awesome as to inspire sonnets and rhymes, while expressions of this feeling can't ever seem to measure up to the real human emotion.  You can tell someone in words how you feel, but it never really gets it right.  Is this why we grieve for lost loved ones?  Hmm....  Regardless -I don't plan on drinking any poison any time soon!

Sometimes I think it is possible to love someone too much.  That if you love them that way you'll simply explode.  Maybe this is a sign that you shouldn't love them?  Then there are other times -most of the time -when I think that this is simply an impossibility.  That love is expansive like our view of the universe from Earth.  I can imagine that these types of loves are reserved for your spouse and your children, as well as those you already have (like your parents and siblings, etc.).

Yesterday I was thinking about the things in my life that I love, and I can honestly say that I'm in love with the things I've been given.  I love my life, I love my gifts, and I love the one I'm with. 


For saying a whole lot of nothin' this sure means a lot for me!



I held a Jewel in my fingers --

And went to sleep --
The day was warm, and winds were prosy --
I said "'Twill keep" --


I woke -- and chid my honest fingers,
The Gem was gone --
And now, an Amethyst remembrance
Is all I own --

~E. Dickenson

If you're happy and you know it....

I've been spending this past couple of days (since my last post...) thinking about the people in my life and what makes them happy. Then, in turn, thinking about my life and what makes me happy. This whole Peace concept has got my brain churning, and it makes it difficult to sleep, at the most.

No matter how amazed I am at this, it takes me the longest to figure out what it is that makes me happy! I can look at Michael and put my finger down, I can look at some of my family and friends and put my finger down, but nope -not me. I'm spending too much time inside my own mind.

The things that make me happy and bring me Peace are the things I don't think about, and when you're upset they're the last things to pop into your thunderclouded mind. Mine -they're simple, so simple that I don't even remember what they are unless I force myself to remember.

They're simple -not complex, and most extremely lovely. Just like these.... I love giggles. Especially of the baby variety. They're usually short and somewhat grunt like, but they're like the swine flu -really contageous! I love hot tea and the way it clears my mind. Naps -a must for any emotional healing.... I also enjoy cuddles. Not the general kind, but the special kind that warms you up from the inside out, like hot chocolate. The kind where you know that life is moving around you, but it doesn't matter.

I used to believe that everyone needed to experience all emotions at least once a day. Not at the same time, but to be a compassionate human, you need to experience them. Well -maybe and maybe not, but to help me be compassionate, well rounded, and healthy, I have come up with a general list of 8 things that I love. Sure, they're just things, but...I'm just a person.

1. Slurpees
2. Hydrangie flowers
3. Porches
4. White and Navy Tualle
5. Singing
6. Children
7. Tulle
and the newest and most worthy addition...
8. Michael

This is my list...what does yours look like?



"Your melod sounds as sweet as the first time it was sung.... I'm puttin' out the lantern, find your own way home."

~"Folkin' Around" by Panic! At the Disco


PS -my spell check button is gone.... 

Diet Pepsi, Cigaretts, and Brass Band

I have often wondered if those who have passed on miss us as much as we miss them. As I awoke this morning I believe this to be true without a doubt. My Grandma Winnie always smelled like stale Camels with a hint of Diet Pepsi. And that is what my mouth tasted like as I pounded snooze. Dreaming of a loved one is uplifting and sad at the same time. I miss her, but she gives me some sort of unspoken peace. I'm not sure I can explain it, but today I was brave.

Today I smiled, sang, danced, and conducted my way through the day. I'm not sure I understand what happens while I sleep, but -I'd be okay if she came to visit every now and then, sharing her strength with me.

:o)