Awoke this morn
to a dusting of snow
tiny flurries race past my window
on their journey to join their friends
contemplating how fortunate i am
in this life
surrounded by so many people
who love and care for me
i must always try to pass that along
to everyone i meet
this holiday season
brings so many feelings to light
joy in those that are here
wistful longing for those who are not
such are holidays
consisting of memories shared and memories just made
:: drinking a very warm cup of Nutcracker tea
:: hearing PS22 Chorus singing Christmas/Chanukah/Winter songs on YouTube
:: reminding myself how lucky I am
:: thinking about the parents in Newtown
:: doing my best to count my blessings every minute
:: keeping quiet about Christmas gifts
:: loving that my older dolls are doing everything in their power to get home for the holidays
:: wanting to write out my Christmas cards
:: plotting a special surprise
:: feeling less rushed and in tune with the season
:: looking forward to Christmas day
:: pulling it all together s l o w l y
:: enjoying this time of year
:: hoping for a white Christmas
:: wishing for Peace
“Don’t worry so much,
Madhav says,
his perfectly shaved head almost shining,
“Worry is praying for what you don’t want.”
“For what it’s worth: it’s never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same; there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.” ~ Benjamin Button
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting —
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
After spending more than an hour pouring my heart on this fucking page wordpress saw to delete it.I hit save at least 34 times Someday i will learn to write in pen and not here
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