Nothing really great and wonderful to report; same usual stuff happening. Life. I was reminded this week, that what is in front of me is beautiful. It's fine to dream big dreams, have hopes for the future, strive for perfection in the present, have regrets from the past. But if those dreams don't come true, if perfection isn't achieved (ha), or past regrets aren't resolved? We all do the best we can. Simplicity. Sometimes just to be is enough.
And what I see in front of me: Beauty. Love. Grace. Joy. Sadness. Laughter.
Perfect.



And a little Matt Nathanson:

I tasted, tasted love so sweet
And all of it was lost on me
Bought and sold like property
Sugar on my tongue

I kept falling over
I kept looking backward
I went broke believing
That the simple should be hard

All we are we are
All we are we are
And every day is a start of something beautiful

I wasted, wasted love for you
Trading out for something new
Well, it's hard to change the way you lose
If you think you've never won

'Cause all we are we are
All we are we are
And every day is a start of something beautiful

And in the end the words won't matter
'Cause in the end nothing stays the same
And in the end dreams just scatter and fall like rain

'Cause all we are we are
All we are we are
And every day is a start of something beautiful, something real
All we are we are
All we are we are
And every day is a start of something beautiful, beautiful

Thoughts for the week......

Sometimes laughter really can cure a foul mood....

I think poor Phil is going blind....he can never find the hamper! This morning his clothes were right next to it....I'm worried...... ;)

I have the best best friend ever....she always makes me feel like I'm fabulously magnificent; and anyone that can't see that is crazy. She kicks ass.

I am so ready for some warm weather

I can only do the best I can, and that's it. I have to let go.

Reading is the best escape.

In Minnesota I discovered that I really do need coffee to function...I always thought it was a habit more than an addiction....huh.

Have a wonderous week everyone!!

Pocketfull of sunshine...

Went to see Molly in Minnesota this past weekend. My pure sunshine. I think it can be so hard to stand out in a sea of individuals, yet she does so effortlessly.
I see my reflection in her; we may have a similar face, but she is the balance of my scale. The free spirited realist, adventurer, seizer of life.
She was my companion in my childhood life; there is a rare memory without her in it. Good or bad. We walked hand and hand, stumbling, picking eachother up, dusting eachother off. No disappointment or judgement. Sadness, grief, dispair, joy, elation. All felt together. I'm not saying my childhood was better or worse than anyone else. Just different. And when I look back, I see her and I trying to do the same thing; figure it all out, understand, wrap our heads and hearts around it. There are many things about my past I am so grateful for. One of them is being so close with her. There is no one that has walked the same path as me, the smooth roads, the rocky ones, except her. Would we be as close if we hadn't had that? Maybe, maybe not. But I'm grateful still.
It is no longer a wonder of mine that I chose someone very much like her to spend my adult life with. To walk that same path, stumbling, picking eachother off, dusting eachother off. Where I try to ground them, they always try to pull me up; there's the balance.
She will go farther than me, I am sure of it. While I hold my circle close, hers spreads far and wide. And she will tread upon every inch of it. I am so blessed that, while our lives are so different, we still feel the same. Sadness, grief, dispair, joy, elation. All together. My road stays close to home, hers goes farther. Bittersweet. But hopefully some of our rest stops are the same. Hopefully her road always circles back here.
I am sure of this: wherever her road takes her, she always leaves a little sparkle; a little bit of pure sunshine.