rumi news & teh anniversary
everybody give rumi a *w00tw00t*snoopydance*squeee!*
he's good, he's golden, no shots & no vet visits for a month! he's staring at me now w/ a hurt look on his sweet face- we cuddled from 6:30-8:30 this morning & it was absolute bliss- & then i hauled him off to the place that he clearly regards as kitty-hell, to be manhandled by peoples that don't know he has to be carried against the body, w/ his paws on your shoulders- not out in front like he's a sack of groceries or something. but his BG was at 101- perfect. *snoopydances*
& today i realized why i was so whiney about travelling yesterday. it was the first anniversary of my first trip to italy. my plane left atlanta march 16, 2005, and i landed in florence one year ago today... *sighs from the very depths of her soul w/ great longing* i remember the way i felt when my feet first touched italian soil- the sense of elated wonder & ...homecoming as my eyes began to eat everything in sight. i feasted on so much beauty- my soul swelled up so big & pregnant w/ inspiration... crikey, i think i'm gonna cry- not from sadness, really, although there's a bit of wistfulness & pining, but from the beauty of the emotion, the sheer overwhelming gorgeousness of the moment, the memory...
this is a poem i wrote last year, a week before we flew out, when i thought i would go mad w/ anticipation:
the days go by fast
at the edges
where they shimmer
into tomorrow
or yesterday...
but the curving middle
of each day swells out
in vaulted fecundity
with a slowing,
and
a stretching
of time...
and we are
-clearly-
pregnant with destiny
indeed, because
(remembering to breathe)
the anticipation
is unbearably
delicious...
he's good, he's golden, no shots & no vet visits for a month! he's staring at me now w/ a hurt look on his sweet face- we cuddled from 6:30-8:30 this morning & it was absolute bliss- & then i hauled him off to the place that he clearly regards as kitty-hell, to be manhandled by peoples that don't know he has to be carried against the body, w/ his paws on your shoulders- not out in front like he's a sack of groceries or something. but his BG was at 101- perfect. *snoopydances*
& today i realized why i was so whiney about travelling yesterday. it was the first anniversary of my first trip to italy. my plane left atlanta march 16, 2005, and i landed in florence one year ago today... *sighs from the very depths of her soul w/ great longing* i remember the way i felt when my feet first touched italian soil- the sense of elated wonder & ...homecoming as my eyes began to eat everything in sight. i feasted on so much beauty- my soul swelled up so big & pregnant w/ inspiration... crikey, i think i'm gonna cry- not from sadness, really, although there's a bit of wistfulness & pining, but from the beauty of the emotion, the sheer overwhelming gorgeousness of the moment, the memory...
this is a poem i wrote last year, a week before we flew out, when i thought i would go mad w/ anticipation:
the days go by fast
at the edges
where they shimmer
into tomorrow
or yesterday...
but the curving middle
of each day swells out
in vaulted fecundity
with a slowing,
and
a stretching
of time...
and we are
-clearly-
pregnant with destiny
indeed, because
(remembering to breathe)
the anticipation
is unbearably
delicious...