I could have written this myself… I did not but, I could have. It tastes like my words but I so rarely share my poetic side…

I found this place and love it. I wrote this for you…

I think too much. Lately, more than usual and for whatever reason my thoughts are not in my favor. I am so thankful to have such a magnanimous brain and endless creative imagination but some days all of the resources of both work against me. Here, listen to a nice song while you stick around and read.

Joshua James – Lovers Without Love

I wonder if “I am sorry” means anything after you continue to do the same thing over and over and over. I know for some, it doesn’t. For people like me, well I am infinitely forgiving and tolerant. I don’t know why. I just don’t like to hold grudges or stay upset. Mostly, I forget what I was upset about in the first place. This helps. Others can recall how you gave them a dirty look in the 2nd grade and remain angry till their grave. For what it is worth, I am sorry for being flaky, for being needy, for being a pain, for not being around, for anything…for everything.

Gah.

Well, every day we learn something new. Or we should. And today, I learned about St. George. He is the Patron Saint of England. According to legends, he was a dragon slayer and a crusader. While many do not really celebrate St. George’s Day, it is still a holiday,  April 23rd of every year. So, next year… google it, research it… go to the library even and read about it.  And then let’s see if we can celebrate it in a fun way, shall we? Where we here in the United States and Ireland celebrate St. Patrick’s Day, this is England’s equivalent. Albeit, they are less enthusiastically celebrating it these days…

Another note of interest, St. George’s Day is celebrated in Catalonia as “The Day of the Rose”. According to Wikipedia¹,

…since 1436,’The Day of the Rose’ is a day where the exchange of gifts between sweethearts, loved ones and respected ones is effectuated. It would be the analogous to Valentine’s Day. Although the World Book and Copyright Day has been celebrating since 1995 internationally, the first time that books where also exchanged in ‘The Day of the Rose’ in Catalonia, was in 1926; also to commemorate the death of Cervantes and Shakespeare.

And this same day is also the UNESCO International Day of the Book and Copyright.

1. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/St_George%27s_Day [↩]

A beautiful video by Ryan Woodward

Lovely song…

Sometimes, life gives us too much pain and then, out of nowhere… it gives us something to calm us down and make the struggle all worth it. Or at least bearable.

mannequin, originally uploaded by Craww.

I came across this most excellent artist, Craww. And I just love his work. Isn’t it amazing?

peace, be still., originally uploaded by -Fearless-.

This makes me want to fly away, to be free from all the gravity grounding me to a reality that is a skosh too harsh right now. It inspires me to cut paper wings and fashion them after all that is light and bearable. I wish to float on the breath of love too far from home.

Piñata, originally uploaded by urdaneta.md.

I’m like a pinata and after all who came before you had their swings at me, yours was the winning one. You broke me open and everything within me is yours for the taking.

I think it always was.

There are no beautiful surfaces without a terrible depth.
— Friedrich Nietzsche

We are all composed of every road we’ve chosen, every place we’ve been, every person we’ve encountered. Every choice. Every thought. Every moment. And we are all the better, or the worse, for each little thing. I wonder how I will affect those I encounter. How my thoughts, my words, my actions will change the course of someone else’s life or my own. I wonder if I tell those I love how much they mean to me in a way they can fully comprehend. I wonder if we can revisit a moment in time and feel it as vividly as we did then AND see it differently. If it is possible to love with roots so deep they hold us steady in the harshest of weather and have that love flourish for a lifetime. I wonder if I plant enough seeds if I will leave behind a garden or if I will forget to tend to one and leave behind a weed that grows thick over infinite possibilities, shutting doors or overgrowing paths I could have taken? I hope I leave this world a little bit (or a lot) better than I came into it. And I hope I leave more flourishing than dead within the garden.

I have suffered gut-wrenching loss but I have loved in ways epic love stories are composed. I have been so sick I thought I’d die but I have lived so well in the moment that I have no regrets. I have wept so hard I couldn’t catch my breath and doubted whether I would ever stop but I have laughed just as hard but twice as much. I have been fortunate in this life and I try to remind myself of this every day. In ways most people fail to see. I measure my life, my success in love, in family, in friends, in the smiles of every day strangers. I am a sum total of all my experiences and yet I awake anew every single day and I choose who I will be in this world today. Like we all do. And today, I choose to be. Whatever that may consist of today… I choose to be.