Rake

Today... I raked leaves.
It was an experience that lent me more insight into life, than many others have as of late. I felt close to the earth. Not in a funky pantheistic, greeny-save-the-whales kind of way, but rather in a way that really made me genuinely appreciate this planet that houses our homes.

As I stroked my rake along the fallen auburn leaves, I very much likened the experience to the combing of a little girls' hair. Me and my friends, we raked, and made the earth quoft and smooth and cared-for, with our gentle, purposeful strokes.

Later in the day, I was taking a walk with a trio of sandy-haired sisters. As I pushed the baby-cart along, the two older one's scootered behind and in front of me. Their street, too, had been blessed by the falling of firey-red and yellow leaves. Each of us would stop every so often to pick one up, inspect it in youthful wonder, and place it atop the stroller roof, to tote home with us.

I was pleased to see that each of us were drawn to different leaves. Sometimes the girls would bring one to me with delight and awe, and add it to our collection, and I would deem it rather plain, or much like some of the others... But I realized to that girl, it was a small miracle of God's artistic Manifesto. I like that he takes the care to design specific little snips and twigs to delight and bemuse us individually! I felt like that whole sidewalk was giant tailored gift to this world. If we just took the time, we could surely all find our very own personalized perfect autumn leaf.

I was particularly struck by the variety to be found in these shells of lifeless skeletons of greener, fuller days. There was beauty in their death. More beauty in a single leaf, fallen and crinkled, ruddy and tawny... than in a whole green shimmering springtime tree. Well, maybe perhaps not more... but certainly "just as much"... and a different beauty. A deeper one perhaps. One of a hidden, painful, peaceful surrender... I looked into the blood-red veins of such a leaf, and thought about God's care for us, and how he had birthed the same sentiment in us, to be able to tend and caress this beautiful firmament of fallen foliage... and found rest for my soul as well.

"Autumn burned brightly, a running flame through the mountains, a torch flung to the trees." - Faith Baldwin-

 "Poetry is just the evidence of life.  If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash." ~Leonard Cohen 

Somebody Else's Turn

The following = some quotes from things 

I've been reading or listening to lately...

"How we spend our days is, of course,

how we spend our lives." -Annie Dillard-

"Do I not destroy my enemy when

I make them my friend?" -Abraham Lincoln-

"I tell you everything that is really nothing,
and nothing of what is everything, do not be
fooled by what I am saying.  Please listen
carefully and try to hear what I am not saying." 
-Charles C. Finn-

"I want you to love me, he whispers,

unable to speak

and he wonders aloud why

feelings so strong

make the body so weak."

-Green and Grey, Nickel Creek-

"...our laughter kept the feathers in the air.
I thought about the birds.  Could they fly
if their wasn't someone, somewhere, laughing?"
-Oscar Schell, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close-

I walked through your door

and was enamored by your bohemian scantlings.
You took me through your colorful house, and offered me
the key to it's pulsating heart.
You've endeared me to you.
You singular child of sweetness.
You singer of Ocean melodies.
You artist of life and dreams.
You took me by your quilted bed... and I longed to rest there, but instead...
we continued on... to the kitchen.
You filled my mouth with delicious foods.
I longed to touch you...
But I had to chew with my mouth closed. And my hands at my sides.
And my eyes to the floor. -Your warm, toasty floor.
[that spot just below the oven]
Your walls, they held me up. For if they had not, I would have surely fallen into your arms.
Fresh air is what I needed.
You took me outside.
A garden of blissful beauty and scents.
Lifting me higher and filling me deeper, with appraisal and affection for the abode which houses your soul.
You've bamboozled and bewitched me my unwitting friend.

Nothing quite like...

...getting kissed on the forehead by 4-year-old peanut-butter mouth. :-)

Joyoux Noel

The greatest gift I received this Christmas came to me after the X-mas Eve Service at church. I was standing alone along the back wall of the building, watching people pass by, when along came a family I've loved for a long time. Over a year ago, when I worked in Nursury, baby Joey would come every week, screaming and crying, for just about the entire two hour service. I would usually hold him during this time... and nothing I'd do could ever console him. He hated human touch, and all the usual baby-soothing tricks just didn't do a thing for him.

Finally, after months and months, he began to soften. I'd spend the time praying for him and his family... and slowly, slowly he cried less and less, and every so often he'd even smile... for a split second. But he was still very reserved and tentative.

Well, I haven't worked in the Nursury for at least the last nine months. As he and his Daddy walked by me, Richard (his dad), said, "Joey! It's Maddy... give her a hug! And say Merry Christmas!" And to my utter surprise and delight, that little tinker left his father's arms and gave me the biggest two-year-old hug I'd ever received! It was almost as if the very hand of God reached through him like a puppet, and was hugging me tight.

I couldn't have asked for anything more this Christmas.
Joey remembered me! And he wasn't afraid. And he smiled.
Thanks Santa.

Ode to Friendship, Pt. V: Victoria Katherine Tennant

Dear Victoria,
"If all my friends were flowers, I would look around and pick you."  
I wish there was some way to take this happy, giggly love inside my heart for you and use it to blow up the biggest balloon, that was teal and said in big white letters "I LOVE YOU VICTORIA", and send it up into the sky and have it float above the earth so that all the inhabitants and peoples of this planet would see it and know how great my love is for you.

But, apparently "love" doesn't blow up balloons, so I will just have to try to express my sentiments with words.

We've gone through so many seasons as friends. There was the "You are a toddler and we can't really do much other than have me drag you around" phase. Then there was they "Lets play with guinea pigs on your bed till they poop on us" phase (that one was fun). After that, came the "Let's play the we are Settlers in the 1800s game in my freezing cold garage for hours and days on end" phase. And of course, we cannot forget the "We are famous gymnasts and we will practice our dance routines on my trampoline" phase. We had the "bake-sale" phase. And the "rollar-blading" phase, the "Let's try to evade our brothers" phase (well, perhaps that one still continues...). We had the "Frisbee" phase and the "Music Video Making" phase... The "Floating around in rafts on lakes" phase and... one of my personal favorites: "The let's pretend we are cool surfers and go out and ride some gnar waves" phase.

Through these all, you have been a faithful ally and partner... "Laugh-a-minute Tennant" has never failed me.

It is so entirely awesome to be your friend now, as a "grownup" - because we both know who we were as kids... and that for the most part... we still are deep down. The world changes around us, but our friendship doesn't. And that... is a pretty darn great thing.

I'm grateful.
Tons.
For you.
Love, sincerely and forever,
Maddy (aka Virginia West)

A Corpulence Of Cogitation.

So we are gonna try 'n sum.

1. Recent revelations show me that "time" is a very curious medium. It has come to my attention that "actual time" never rolls along as "dremt-up-future-thoughts-of-how-we-imagine-present-time-to-feel-like". I feel that the "best moments" in life are always those remenissed of, or looked forward to. There seems to be a sort of glossy, warm haze we look through when our minds take us either of these directions, making the moments seem... illuminated, sweetly nostalgic... and somehow supreme. Oh if we could only harness said haze, so that it could become our constant lens, and thus we could learn to enjoy all of life's moments to their fullest - casting aside the confines of "actual time" and all it's silly hinderances.

2. I really like just sitting... amongst my peers, doing nothing in particular --- like in a classroom setting --- and then all of the sudden, my mind starts to soar and somorsault with joy + hope + vision + beauty, making tapestries of thoughts + ideas stringing above everybody's heads... and nobody knows it
but me.

3. So I am 21. Almost. I should be a jounior or a Senior in College. But I'm not. And that's ok. I am different. Someday, I will find out why.

4. Absolute perfection is to be found in the gentle, clinkety-clankety rangle-jangle of humble, acoustic banjo and mandolin, intermingled, and making love to each other. Yes, it is so.

There. 4 distinct thought bubbles. And you have it. But the most important thing I wanted to say was that I very much need to be reminded to "embrace the now" as they say, live "in the moment"... because...
that's all we ever have.
Oh yes! Let it be so!

Ode To Friendship, Part. IV: Gracianna Christina Lemos

Gracie.

It's a good thing we chanced to meet that day on the stairs. Today you are one of my closest friends. I like that you get me. And you get me in most all ways, too. I love that we can spend an entire night flowing in and out of dorkiness and seriousness, and it's perfectly normal and ok and just right. I like that the two worlds or humor and somberness (sobraros), are quite parallel in your Universe. You can make a deep thing seem not so dark, and likewise, shed a thoughtful perspective on something that would at first seem light or casual.

You are one of the funniest peeps I know. Sometimes my face get's sore from smiling when you're around. Thanks for talking to me... about everything. Thanks for accepting me for who I am. Thanks for buying me a Ramen Bowl.

Gracie, Gracie. Gracie. Princess of the Nile. I bow down to you in reverence, respect and homage. You are welcome in my home and to my refrigerator at all times. And to you, my heart holds an open door.

You treat me well.
Ta-ta.

Ode to Friendship, Pt. III: Rebecca

A little girl bumbled her way onto the stage...  She danced and jumped up and down, and waved to the audience.  People smiled and chuckled when the adorable little figure bent down and her little headpiece got stuck in her tu-tu..  A few year later, she could be found hunting frogs and salamanders, knee-deep in San Marcos Creek, pigtails flying and goggles atop her head, while riding wild alligators (logs) into the deep parts.

Alot has changed since then, and life has made you grow up.  But you haven't lost that infamous Rebecca-spark.  Spunky tirades, pranks and mischievous grins have all been constants in in your life.

Oh dear friend, please don't change too much.  You are one of a kind.  Don't try to be like anyone else.  People love you because you are absolutely oblivious and adorable and daring and hilarious and fun... and like none other, amazing.  I'm sorry life hasn't let you live your whole life in a creek, or catching butterflies, or making rock-houses, because it should have.  That was the best.  Oh silly, stupid life.

Oh and by the way,

Sometimes, I get so scared by how REAL life is.
It's really, really real. And we are really, really living it. Sometimes, it's so real, it feels like a movie.
----------------------------------------------------


Oh, and on an unrelated note, let it be known:

When I kiss the man I am going to marry... it's gonna feel like opening a door. His lips will be the keys and when he presses them to mine - my soul will be able to see for miles.... The secrets of our kiss will be as deep + wide as an ocean... Sharing love will create a flame so light and so fierce, when burning, by it, we will be able to see all things, and know all truth and all knowledge and wisdom.

So that's why I am not planning on treating "kissing" as something careless and casual. It's sacred. And I am keeping it till "love so desires to be awakened"...

The Poetry Lover

Satisfied with the limerick of the day,

she nestles into bed.
Pillow catching head;
'twix sheets of woolen red.

Dreaming of what future morn may bring,

Beneath the cozy sheet,
wiggling her feet,
where sleep and daydreams meet.

Moonlight casts a shadow on the wall,

the paintings shimmer clear,
The hope of new dawn near,
The warm light chased out fear.

Blinking, her face grows sleepy still.

....Time to slumber,
Get lost in dreamy wonder,
Thoughts like raging thunder.

She dances gracefully from cloud to cloud,

For future, yearning,
Embracing the journey,
...Always, learning,

Her bed is her home, her soul at rest,

Burried in covers,
Where inspiration hovers,
[she is]....The Poetry Lover.

I miss Summer Days.

I miss....
The Warmth...
The Colors...
The Sounds...
The Sandy Feet...
The Friends...
The Long Days at the Beach....
The Freedom....
and the Late Afternoon Sun.

....but Fall is nice, too.

There's A Lot.

To be thankful for.

Let's Take a Moment.

.....to look back at some old poetry, of mine and of my friends, that I recently found in a old journal from 2006, shall we? :-)

Rain

(my German friend wrote this back when we were living at the Camp, during the summer of 2006. The group of us would spend breaks and our evening in the staffroom or the lodge writing poems and making music. For a boy who was, at the time, very new to the English language, I think he did an amazing job with this little composition. I've always loved it. You gotta read it with a heavy German accent, to get the full effect, though.)

It was just one second, and my life has changed
In the most cloudy moments when the wind felt strange
I saw you walking through the storm with sunlight in your eyes
Seems like nothing could break you down with your smile so nice
I stood there in the rain, and suddenly you looked at me
Your view, so strong, no rain where you stood, I could see
You asked me something but I didn't understand
I will never know what you said, or what it meant
The wind was too loud and I was too slow - I couldn't move
So you passed by, and I knew I love you, but I cannot prove
And I stood alone again and felt tears rolling down my face
I felt naked and without a home, there was no solid place
And I don't know you but I really want to
And all the things you have gone through
But I saw you and lost you in between one moment
But without you and your smile, I feel no stand

So in the middle of my pain and crying
I stood up from the ground where I was laying
I opened my eyes and started to look for you
But you were not there, so I started a search without a clue
And I'm still on my search for this face I saw
The rain has stopped, and I've started to draw
And I draw your face on every paper that's next to me
Becasue all the days and all the nights, that's what I see
I haven't found you yet, but when I think of you I start to smile
This is a moment of silence, and I can rest for a while
I know now that you are there anywhere in this great wide open
I will find you someday and the words you have spoken
I wouldn't dream to stop until the day I find you again out there
And maybe you'll stay in the rain this day, and I'll have a smile to share
I will ask you something, and you will not understand with all your pain
But I will come to you, pull you out and dry you from all the rain
And I will ask you again by whispering in your ear
Then you will see I was on my journey and there is no more fear
I will take your hand and show you allthe places you have never been before
And I will look into your eyes and say: "I will never let you go, anymore."

Red Moon In The Jungle

One day in the Hoh Rainforest of Washington state where we were camping, I peered out the bus windows and looked through the tall trees to see a red moon shining back at me. This may seem like a bunch of random lines. But each one does have a story; you had to have been living in a bus, traveling the country for several months to get every detail. :-)

Love, love is a verb. Love is a "doing word."

{Thanks Gwenie and Mikaela, for helping me get this pic!}

Tonight.

I want to dream

of open fields

dancing barefoot in the tall grass

of lovers
on a hunt
united

under the low-key sky
in springtime love

new discoveries
of each others' minds

tenderness + innocence

a love for nature
and everything
pure

goodnight.

Conclusion of the Matter:

Sufjan Stevens = one part: slightly creepy, leading to extremely uncomfortable dissonance; one part: pure awesome and complete harmonious soothing lullaby.

"Sometimes the hardest task is not to do what is right, but to know what is right."

Honestly, right now often times, I feel really [unsettled].
I believe in perfection. Or if not that: perfect peace.
Perhaps a better way to say it is: I believe in completeness.
In wholeness. In full satisfaction.

It's not "happily ever after", I know that.
But it's attainable. If peace were not attainable, it would not exist.
And I know it does.

Possibly "the best thing in the world"...

is to be sitting and watching while loved ones (particularly little unself-conscious loved ones), flit and float and filter in and out all around you. Unconscious tenderness and affection. People. Clumps of lovely people - recognized, in a moment, in a step away from it all, and then an eager lunge back...

Oh to sit, and be together. In all the casual routine and improvised mellow warmth of... living. Existing together in love and beautiful life.... and realizing it.

What a gift.

Maiden Voyage

No longer a virgin to the open road...
Yellow line sweeping in front of me...
Headlights on. Radio On. Engine On.

Alone, all alone in the pilot's seat.
I'm a queen - this truck, my palace.

Firsts should be memorable.
This one was. I'm not mad. But nor am I surprised.
It was classic, really.

Oh Tallulabelle May... My Little GMC Jimmy,
Are you playing tricks on me? Or was this simply the foreboding imperial judgment of God, telling me: I should not be a woman of the highway...

Is your carborator just old, and your idle slow?
Or was the fact that you stalled and failed time again on our first journey together a sign and an omen to me? If it was... what was it saying?

Pray tell.

:-)

I got to spend the day with this bunch.
Lucky girl, am I!

Repetitive...

I'm trying my hardest, hardest, hardest not to be.

"Migrant Mother"

My rendition... Inspired by Dorothea Lange...

Trek.

So today I was riding the bus home from work. Looking out the large, high windows, my gaze fell beyond the smoggy exhaust trailing behind us, and captured the grand SB Mountains. I noticed something I had seen many times before - - - but as I was staring at it, I had an original idea! :-)

During the fires that managed to turn most of our lush peaks into ash, firemen, at somepoint built a huge fireblock leading from the foothills STRAIGHT up to the top of the highest ridge.

My idea: climb it.
All the way. Find the base and just go straight up. Maybe spend the night somewhere in the middle and then finish it in the morning. I hope we can somehow do this before it gets covered in sage and shrubs and flowers.

And Fall Brings It's Most Tender Love...

Once again, this crisp falltide finds me spending days at the Shelter. And I have a new little loved one, bless his heart. How do these babies always manage to wrap me around their tiny hearts so fast and so tightly? It baffles me every time... and it enchants and pleases me and gives me so much peace and contentment everytime as well!

I had to wait ever so long to see this one's face; he hid it from me the first two times I saw him - cuddled in blankets, half asleep, half blocking out the world with his tiny fists, and firmly shut eyes.

But today, those little creases opened wide, and I was graced to receive a smile, escaping the cracks of his mouth, and pomegranate cheeks. (and itwas well worth the wait)

Poor boy has been in and out of shelters his whole short life. 2 1/2 years, and so much life - too much of the bad kind for this little heart. He does not say a word, but merely mumbles and coos, like an infant much his junior. He's not a normal little boy. But how could he be? He's had to suffer the effects of a deteriorating and failing world, time and time again.

They say he has autism. I think he's just hiding, and denying, and protecting himself. Little two-year-old soldier, my love.

Today we just sat outside on the swing and sang softly, and felt the cool autumn wind on our faces, watching the willow bend and float above us, and the cars pass by in the intersection just beyond the firestation.

And as we rocked... hope and love prevailed. We snuggled close... And as I wrapped him in my flannel shirt, I knew that this boy has a chance...

...and I want to do all I can so that it doesn't pass him by...

Long time coming....

You may ask what I did today. Well, I shall tell you.
Aside from my usual run-of-the-mill daily activities, [such as roping cattle and hang gliding over perilous cliffs], I... (drum-roll) deleted my facebook.

Yes, this is a new era in my life. And this was the first step. I'm hoping it will revolutionize my life.
You see... I simply fathom that.....

There are too many good books to read, too many unwritten letters, too many instruments that need playing, things to create, places to go, sunsets to watch, rivers to forge, etc... :-) that I really don't have time for such frivolities as social networking sites.

But not to get into a debate about said site's pros and cons - I am not diabolically opposed to such establishments. But for now, it's best I take a break.

A special thanks goes out to Gracie, who walked me through the process, and caught me in googletalk on the otherside, and who promised to send me stuff in the mail - I am excited about this new epoch of our relationship. :-D Lol.

So for now, this blog must serve as my outlet if ever I am suffering from facebook-withdrawl. I admit, cold-turkey has never been my strong point. :-/ (That's why I'm not moving to the Himalayas to live in a mud hut away from all technology... just yet. We have to take it in strides.)

But here we go, anyways!

Ode to Friendship, Pt. II: Mikaela Danae Ryan

When I think of you, my memories take me back to a lush green cemetery a few weeks after the fifth of July. There you are, clad in white, a whisp of a girl, dancing her heart out to Jesus, underneath a tall sturdy oak. People gathered around. Eyes wet with the tears of grief and sadness, but sparkling with the hope of that coming day - when we shall again be reunited with our loved ones. That glorious day wherein we shall all be caught up in the sky, whenceforth all tears WILL be wiped away, and burdens lifted. There you were, a testament to all of us, of gentle faith, of abandoned love, of simple and complete trust and of perfect peace. The picture of you dancing at the foot of your baby brother's grave that warm July Saturday (sweet sadness, and courage intermingled), twirling in the sun, held fast by the Son, will be kept in my memory forever.

Dear Mikaela, I have been so blessed by you. You may be years my younger, but in Spirit I see you as as someone I can look up to. Don't loose your sweet innocence, your gentle heart, your delicate reverence. You are a precious gem in the eyes of your Heavenly Father, a gift to the world, and a light to me. I love you.

P.S. We will never be too old to dream up imaginary families and draw our dream houses and write each other funny letters. I promise.

Ode to Friendship, Pt. I: Jordan Diann Schaefer

Oh my dear friend, look at you... look at you! What have I done to deserve such a confidante and faithful amiga as you? There are no words to express my deepest love and gladness in knowing you. Your life and liberty-of-spirit are a testimony to me! You encourage me and you comfort me. I love your zeal, your passion, your energy and your wisdom - your tenderness, your womanhood, your humor and your creativity. I smile as I look back on all that we've shared, and grin when I imagine what the future may hold - more late nights, I hope... More, deep talks, I hope... More silly-shenanigans, I hope... and More Surprises, I do hope, indeed!

You, my little Jordan Diann, ARE a kindred Spirit. I see you as a person I can spend a whole day with, each of us, just sitting, and writing... or thinking our own thoughts, separate, but together. This is a rare and precious bond. Let us not soon forget it, or neglect it...

I love you, My friend... spinning recklessly in the Dramatic Orange set-of-sun!

Speaking of Which....

My Uncle read me this quote onetime (It came out of a little Countryside Paper from the hills of Quebec - After he read it, I promptly ripped it out, and stuck it in my journal and in my heart):

"Ennui had made more gamblers than avarice, more drunkards than thirst, and perhaps as many suicides as despair." (C.C. Colton, 1780-1832)

Before this, I always loved how someone had told me that "gratitude is the highest form of thought". After I heard the above statement, I created a saying of my own, and think it is quite true...

My Paraphrase of C.C. Colton:
"Boredom is the lowest form of thought."

So... Be thankful and never give into 'boredom', and it will be sure to go well with you.

This has been your latest installment of "Wisdom, from Yours Truly"... ;-) haha.

Mustard

Today I pretended that I had just crossed the Oregon Trail one hundred and fifty years ago. I imagined that I had passed through sun-scortched desserts and endless plains, bone-chilling mountains and over deathly jagged peaks, survived cholera and typhoid, all with crummy shoes, on foot, ill-clad, or bumping along on a wooden box seat with no shocks. In my head, I had spent a year smelling like animal dung, getting bit by mosquitoes, and sleeping on the cold, hard ground. Fear of Savage attack would have been a near constant companion;I would have seen death and loss. And... our rations would have been meager and mundane.

So I continued my day dream... In it, I was just arriving on the beautiful coast, welcomed by a humble, yet homey Inn... where I got to take a warm bath for the first time in months, after eating a hearty cornbread and pork meal, covered in the delicious delicacy of mustard seasoning. Mustard, something so tasty and flavorful and such a treat, a welcomed and divine burst of lovely flavor. Then, my whole family was treated to a happy evening indoors, serenaded by the melodious echos of guitar and fiddle music.

.....And All this was brought up because we are out of Ketchup. I heated up an old corndog this evening, which I prefer to eat with Ketchup - but since we were out, I had to make up this story in my head so that I could enjoy it just as much with Mustard. Then I took a bath, and now I am listening to Joni Mitchell. It's all about perspective, isn't it, I tell my little heart. :-)

Some things I'd really like to do right now:

1. Be snug in a tiny little cottage in the south of France, looking out the window at the vineyards and orchards, drinking cider, by a crackling fire, wind howling beneath the door stops, rain foreboding in the nearing distance, good book in hand, wrapped in a quilt. (I've never done this before, but it sounds quite nice) :-)
2. Go to Orthodox Church.
3. Eat a lime.
4. Hold a Baby.

Oh Bob.

"Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free,
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands,
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves,
Let me forget about today until tomorrow."

I did this today.
El Nino + the empty beach at Night.
Thanks Bob... for the inspiration.

"The best way to love anything is to realize that it might be lost"

"Do not save your loving speeches
For your friends till they are dead;
Do not write them on their tombstones,
Speak them rather now instead.
- Anna Cummins

"A Friend may well be reckoned
the masterpiece of Nature."
- Ralph Waldo Emerson

"Any time not spent in love is wasted."

The grass is turning brown....

Everything,

everything...
everything...
is changing.
Spring... I will wait for you.

Eden

Take me to Eden
Just you and I
Alone in the Garden
Under brilliant Skies.

Let's wander together,
Till nightfall arise...
By the grace of the moon,
Let me gaze in your eyes.

The stars will surround us,
A blanket of time...
Lost under covers,
Let us unwind.

Beneath Branches and Vines
Let our secrets be told...
Through the winters of Life,
Your hand will I hold.

Let springtime again
Bring it's welcoming kiss,
Love with you in the flowers,
Fulfills my paramount wish.

Let us bathe in the rivers,
In crystalclear streams,
Let us dance in the waters,
And hide in revines.

Let us climb up mountains,
And slide down the dunes,
Let us nap in the hayfields
Let us please, do it soon.

We'll sing with the swallows,
You'll lead me away,
Into the shadows,
In the dusk of the day.

We'll run with the antelope,
And smell the sweet air...
Hand in hand, always humming,
You'll place feathers in my hair.

We'll drink from the waterfalls
And eat from the vine.
You and I in the garden...
I am yours... and you are mine.

Together forever
In the grass, in the sun...
In the treetops and valleys,
Let this lovesong be sung.

A Tribute to a Lil Friend

Your charms endear me.
Your jokes, they cheer me.
Your mind, it hears me.
I like you near me. :-)

All in All, I've come to Find...

That simple is better.
And less is more.

Well.

I've started a few blogs.
But this one is different.
It's the real-deal. ;-)
It's multi-purpose and completely spontaneous.

One single blog: for all that may so happen to spill out of the cracks of me.

But basically, boiled down... This blog is a long, topsy-turvy letter. A thank-you note, really. Or rather: A love letter ...to the world.

Because... I love it. I love a million things about it.
A million little things = all adding up to one BIG LOVE.

Therefore,
this blog is just that.

... A sincere and enthusiastic, rambling love-letter expressing my appreciation for life and everything that comes with it... a tribute to it's beauty, awe, greatness and mystery.