There’s something a little nerdy and endearing about this picture. I suspect we’re going to grow to love him quickly.
a found poem: on sticky notes
A found poem is nothing more than existing text found in random places, strung together as if they belonged in one poem. Found poems can be hilarious, serious, weird, or like this one, pretty enigmatic.
moonlight
breeze
rippling
marriage of the head and heart
ask beyond our basic needs
silence is a part of it
silence is apart of it.
hoppy bears day tu mi
So here I am at the end of the day, my birthday. The big Five-Oh.
Tee-hee!
I’ve settled into an “I Love Lucy” marathon, taken a bunch of wonderful calls, and made a cup of tea.
I feel like I should be ruminating on some profound lessons learned, or impart some wisdom about midlife, bla bla bla.
Not feeling it.
This is how I feel:
It’s actually pretty good. A Good time. A wonderful blessing to be loved by so many people, and spoiled by those dear to me. I’ll take it.