Peace in Wild Things

When despair grows in me
and I wake in the middle of the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting for their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

~Wendell Berry

Somersault- Zero 7

You're the prince to my ballerina
You feed other people's parking meters
You encourage the eating of ice cream
You would somersault in sand with me

You talk to loners, you ask how's your week
You give love to all and give love to me
You're obsessed with hiding the sticks and stones
When I fear the unknown
You feel like home, you feel like home

You put my feet back on the ground
Did you know you brought me around
You were sweet, and you were sound
You saved me

You're the warmth in my summer breeze
You're the ivory to my ebony keys
You would share your last jelly bean
You would somersault in sand with me

You put my feet back on the ground
Did you know you brought me around
You were sweet and you were sound
You saved me

You put my feet back on the ground
Did you know you brought me around
You were sweet and you were sound
See I had shrunk yet still you wore me around
And 'round and 'round

The Lost Song - The Cat Empire

So many things can happen with just so little words. You can be an idiot, and have so many idiots around you.

Life isn't dictated. It's lived. And you can't live unless you learn.

Learning is making mistakes, and realizing afterwards that you made a mistake, and then trying not to make that same mistake again.

Mistakes are made by living. Trying new things, putting yourself in situations, or, deciding to trust.

Trust comes through exploring. Venturing out into the world with clean, unscathed eyes, covered in naiveté, you try new things; meet new people. Maybe even Love.

Love comes through giving yourself. But, it has to have a balance of protecting and watching out for yourself as well. In order to love another human, you've got to love yourself. You've got to trust yourself. Make mistakes. Live.

Wealth in great amounts

“Oh life with your elegant surprises.”

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Shooting stars, running for a split second across a dark violet sky. Hot breath escaping a wide open mouth, and blocking the view. The car hood gives a perfect bed,

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Warm fingers intertwining with cold ones; tingles and shivers running up arms. Nose to nose, eyes focused, and chest tightened.

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15 feet high. Water below, and a rocky edge. Run and jump…or die. Fast currents take away the little bodies, and the white foam sticks to faces like cotton beards. A natural rock slide, with a smooth surface. At least smooth until the end. Fabric snags on a little rock.

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A little snub nose, big blue eyes, and a thatch of black hair. Little fingers curl around big fingers. Feet kick out with uncontainable excitement with this new world. New faces, colors, and sounds. Exploration through taste the most effective.

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The high notes of a trumpet seductively swaying through the air. A keyboard, meshing notes together. He leans in, arms around a skinny waist. His kisses, soft, and slow.

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Snow, white and beautiful. Gorgeous droplets of shimmery prisms. Pants soaked all the way through. But no one caring. Snow forts are worth the uncomfort.