Wildflow'r, Alyssum, sweet white Daisy
Annual, perennial, whatever their season:
Tiny packets of possibility.
February 16, 2009
February 14, 2009
Holiday Socks
This morning, I still put on my Valentine's day socks. They're the only holiday socks I have, a gift from my mother from a few years ago. I look at putting them on as an attempt to remain positive. Perhaps as a gesture of hope.
February 13, 2009
Poem: Thumbprints
We are at once the sculptor
and the clay
molding
and being molded
at each interaction,
each caress
leaving unerasable
thumbprints.
--ACP Feb. 13, 2009
and the clay
molding
and being molded
at each interaction,
each caress
leaving unerasable
thumbprints.
--ACP Feb. 13, 2009
February 10, 2009
Poem: Intertwined
I do not remember the first time we met
Only that you began to materialize
At the periphery of my existence
And now, whether you intended to or not,
You are woven into the mesh of
Who I've been
Who I am
And who I will become.
-ACP Feb. 10, 2009
Only that you began to materialize
At the periphery of my existence
And now, whether you intended to or not,
You are woven into the mesh of
Who I've been
Who I am
And who I will become.
-ACP Feb. 10, 2009
February 7, 2009
February 5, 2009
25 Random Things
There's a fad of sorts spreading through my Facebook network. It's the 25 Random Things post, where you list 25 things about yourself, and then tag 25 people who do the same and tag more people and so on.
In reading some of the lists, I was honestly shocked by some of the things people posted, especially since the venue is quite public. I'll get into my thoughts on that -- and why I won't put my list in Facebook -- in a separate post, I think. Nonetheless, I'm not immune to being sucked into the phenomenon, and drafted my own list. Here goes...
In reading some of the lists, I was honestly shocked by some of the things people posted, especially since the venue is quite public. I'll get into my thoughts on that -- and why I won't put my list in Facebook -- in a separate post, I think. Nonetheless, I'm not immune to being sucked into the phenomenon, and drafted my own list. Here goes...
- I hate raking the leaves.
- I detest clutter.
- I appreciate others' ability to grow and nurture plants, even as I struggle to keep my own alive.
- I love contagious enthusiasm.
- I love that moment camping when I finally let go of all the trappings and pace of my daily life and just succumb to being.
- I relish hugs, especially those that are engulfing.
- I do not ask to be held frequently enough.
- I laugh every time I find my dog, Jake, buried in my bed pillows.
- I get nervous making phone calls even to people I know.
- I have a hard time asking for help.
- I hate saying goodbye.
- I don't go to funerals.
- I plan to explore the world before I die.
- I believe in fairness.
- My favorite books are ones that consume me -- and I will read at the expense of eating, sleeping, and interacting with others.
- I'm loathe not to finish a book even if it's awful. It may just take me a very long time to get through it.
- It can take me awhile to warm up to an idea, but as soon as I'm on board, I will be the biggest advocate for it.
- I aspire to be the best at what I do, but recognize I can't do everything perfectly.
- I still cry when I think of my dog, Chewy, and the weekend he died.
- I'm secretly a big geek -- I love technology, gadgets, science fiction and the like.
- I love to cook with and for people, but will not do so for myself alone.
- I am afraid of being alone when I'm old.
- I would rather be at a baseball game than watch one on TV anyday.
- I forget things. Big things, little things.
- I thrive on knowing.
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