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There’s a box sitting beside my desk…currently residing in said box are 2 hair clips, 2 blank Christmas cards, a recipe for a health smoothie, the software for my Treo and a note from the mother of a friend of mine that died last year. All personal items culled from the first drawer of my desk as I begin cleaning it out. It makes me a little sad.
We heard from the mechanic…$3500 to fix the car. I’m majorly a little stressed about that. But car stuff tends to stress me out more than any other thing.
I’ve got to re-write the by-laws for an organization I’m involved in.
I talked to my “new boss” last night; she wants me to start a week earlier than we had agreed.
I could go on…and the more selfish, self-absorbed part of me wants to. But the fact of the matter is, it’s all just…life.
Lately I’ve been writing a lot about transitions and these are simply a few manifestations of transitions, ends and beginnings and all the stuff in between. Life is full of ups and downs and ebbs and flows, but underneath it all is a core of beauty and goodness that makes everyday a blessing.
Sometimes, I forget that.
Sometimes I get so caught up in the “have to dos” and the price of gas and the pile of laundry and the endless phone calls and all of the minor aggravations that happen to all of us everyday, I forget how beautiful this world is. I forget the smells of new mown grass and asphalt after a summer storm. I forget how gorgeous autumn is. I forget what it’s like to have a puppy attack me with kisses. I forget how the sound of my daughter’s laugh touches the most tender place in my soul. I forget I am healthy. I forget I have enough food to eat, a place to live, air to breathe, friends to make me laugh and a soul-mate who never wavers.
With the Five Questions Meme that was going around earlier in the week, cropper1818 jokingly accused me of being wicked in my questions to her, so I agreed to let her have a shot at asking me some questions but I answered them in her journal, rather than doing another meme post. One of her questions was “What is your favorite line of poetry?” I, of course, being the uber geek I am, couldn’t narrow it to one. I quoted one from Alice Walker and a couple from The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock and one from Sylvia Plath. But today I remembered what my favorite line of poetry is; it’s from a poem I’ve shared with you all before, Cloudless Snowfall by Franz Wright.
by the way thank You for
keeping Your face hidden, I
can hardly bear the beauty of this world.
Whenever you ask a certain friend of mine how he is, his response is “Any day on this side of the grass is a good one.”
Here are some reasons why this day on this side of the grass is a good one for me…
1. My husband, my child, my brothers, my sister, my nieces
2. My friends, those close to home and those far out in the world
3. My eyesight
4. Words, in prose, in poetry, in script and song
5. Miss Sherlock and Miss Vixen (and Blitz and Peanut, too)
6. CSI, BSG and Firefly
7. The smell of fresh laundry and the smell of fresh peaches
8. 1hour2write
9. lasrevinu posted a new story at ff.net and it made me gooey
10. Diet Lemonade, Sugar Free Popsicles and air conditioning
11. E-mails from people who care about me, just checking in
12. Memes that help me see into your lives with questions and with pictures
13. Hawks and rabbits
14. Sandals with sparkles and cheap pedicures
15. Thunderstorms and rain
16. My mala, my teacher and my sangha
17. Playing Scrabulous (even with those of you who show me no mercy)
18. Dreams
19. People who are fiercely loyal
20. Dinner Plate Dahlias and purple irises
21. Shakespeare and TS Eliot and Carolyn Parkhurst and Alice Walker
22. The book, Love You Forever
23. Cold water for drinking and warm water for showers
24. All of you, for being here, for reading, for caring.
What makes this day on this side of the grass a good one for you?
As for me? My cup runneth over.
Peace.