I remember a day when everything was poetic for me. It was because I was In Love. Anything you need to share?
Hee-Hee, 'glo. That can be the case. No, maybe it's a matter of regaining equilibrium and a sense of self, finally after attachments no longer matter so much. Plus,here today, gone tomorrow.The Dalai Lama has said that he has a watch that was a gift. A beautiful piece of craftsmanship. Some mornings he said he could look at that watch in wonder - its design, its functionality, its beauty - other mornings it was just a watch.Spring, though, does bring a lot of beauty - I will write later (maybe)and my classes are fabulous. What more could I ask for? (well a lot, but anyway - hey the Smiths just came on the radio - this Charming Man). Maybe it's just in the noticing.
I just want to say that you're kinda puttin' pressure on the rest of us, so now it seems like we're gonna have to step up our games.Not that this would necessarily be a bad thing, but I was just gettin' kinda comfortable.
Flatterer. I'm on holidays, again. 5 days off, and not much to do. Either that or I'm in reality a world of warcraft player spending hour after hour in a dingy room at my computer, letting the refuse build up. Your writing actually inspires mine. So it might actually be me stepping up to the plate.
Rose, what beauty you have taken the time to notice. Awesome use of your pictures and blog.
Thanks, amy. It was a very special day, and I cheated on the tulips, they were taken on another day. :D
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