Sunburned on Saturday.
Snowed on
on Sunday.
On my way to my parents house, I stopped and picked up fresh flowers to brighten the day.
I love Sunday afternoons.
Tuesday
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love after love
The time will come when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other's welcome,
and say
sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger
who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread.
Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you all your life...
Take down the love
letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs,
the desperate notes, peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit.
Feast on your life.
~Derek Walcott
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other's welcome,
and say
sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger
who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread.
Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you all your life...
Take down the love
letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs,
the desperate notes, peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit.
Feast on your life.
~Derek Walcott
bring it on back
and i am telling you..
i'm karlee. i have a husband and a daughter. (well ok, she's a puppy.) this is the world through my eyes.
3 comments:
holy crap! i hate snow! GO AWAY!
oh, and this bsb concert... YOU MET THEM?!?!?!? have you blogged about this? if so, point me in the right direction. I want to hear about this!
I've sorta-kinda blogged about it here.. I just never could muster up the words to even describe it. I linked to my facebook album but that has since been deleted in a minimalist frenzy that occured last week. :/
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