On Not Knowing

One of the first things I will confess to you if we spend any amount of time together is that "mostly, I know that I do not know." Sure, I have my opinions and beliefs about why things work they way they do (or don't), but these are my opinions and if you want facts, maybe you should consult a book or Google or better yet go straight to the source (if/when possible).

I am also one of the more passive people you will meet and would go to great lengths to keep the peace versus actually addressing an issue I may have with someone. Chink in the armor? I suppose.

All that to say, the more people I meet, the more things I learn, the more I realize how little I know about my neighborhood, the city of Los Angeles, the Golden State, and I suppose life in general. It is a gentle, humbling reminder that I am a little piece of a great, big universe. "And that makes things right."

Even when it doesn't feel that way all the time.

on happy meal toys.

so, there`s some thing sweet about a boy who will pretend to be your dad and ask the drive-thru which beanie babies are available.
&there`s some thing even sweeter about a back seat rider leaning her head out the window and laughing till it hurts.
but the sweetest thing of all is the one behind you; the one who rolls the eyes & says, "just be sure to pay me back."
well i know that with one hand wrapped around a dripping 89-cent-cone and the other clutching my immature pride,
i could never really pay you back.

but it`s okay.

i am learning that there`s not much more to living than fire works, baseball, soda pop, &conducting the chorus.

on being brave.

there are some days that i am big enough to withstand divorces, full meals, bone cancer.
&then there are other days where i wish i could curl up &be covered again.

to: all

2 days, pigeons.

indeed, there will be time

for many visions &revisions.
366, at least.

why she`s better than you. [&me]

93030

thirty miles or so
flying with an empty tank
is worth it to me.

heavenly Father,

we bowed our heads in prayer for those younger than we.
i say we, but what i really mean is they.
for up on the stage, my eyes [&attention] were drawn towards a child, backwards facing, peering into the belly of the open piano.
another one approaches, wearing a dress, the colour of red wine.
she, too, is intrigued by the guts of the Baldwin.
&while the curious skins are exploring, I cannot help keeping myself from smiling.
won`t this be what all the angels are conversing about?
"we love You. amen."

wally.

wally is an australian wombat, &we rescued him from goodwill!
[jackie is a real black cat that we did not adopt from goodwill.]

on pitching &throwing

i think it is salubrious to fit &tantrum every once in a while.
there is more to do these days than seems human[e]ly possible,
so we throw our hands up in a flustered surrender
&grope for coloured paper, pencils, pillows...any thing really.
scattering them around, page by page, colour by colour-
until the whole floor is decorated in to a perfectly peacefull mess.

&then we go back to saving the world.

IV.

Let all mortal flesh keep silence, &with fear &trembling stand; ponder nothing earthly minded, for with blessing in His hand, Christ our God to earth descendeth, our full homage to demand.
King of kings, yet born of Mary, as of old on earth He stood, Lord of lords, in human vesture, in the body &the blood; He will give to all the faithful His own self for heavenly food.
Rank on rank the host of heaven spreads its vanguard on the way, as the Light of light descendeth from the realms of endless day, that the powers of hell may vanish as the darkness clears away.
At His feet the six wingèd seraph, cherubim with sleepless eye, veil their faces to His presence, as with ceaseless voice they cry:
Hallelujah, Hallelujah; Hallelujah, Lord Most High!

&with waters welling up

reaching out with one cooling hand, he wiped the fever from my brow.
&spoke in silence joyous sounds
that should either be suffocated
or screamed out loud.

Hardwood Hands

The lovely bones/Her quiet laugh/Silence&stillness/In a cacophanous hall.
Of two-hundred souls/Stacked two-stories high.
In hushed tones/She wanders/Outloud.

Real Hero

"Anyone can slay a dragon, he told me, but try waking up every morning &loving the world all over again. That`s what takes a real hero."

we only know four boring people

"There are too many internet memes about figuring out which key you are on the keyboard, and there are maybe not enough memes for telling your friends about exciting beautiful things that made your day better. You should do that, today! That is what I am doing, friends!" -j. comeau

I like the weather today.

I like that I can walk across the lawn, &wave to the groundskeeper, even though I don`t really know him.
I like that I remembered that it was Wednesday, &made a waffle for breakfast, because that is what I say I do.
I like that Diana is starting a grass roots movement based on love.
I like that Geoffrey is reading these days, &that our exchange was almost cordial, if not friendly.
For I have missed that.

you see,

I purchased a green cotton blanket to cover my dinosaur duvet today.
I am still growing, I spose.
Elise blessed me with a cozy couch as well.
I would like to sit down for a day or two &figure out how life is going.
In other news, I like to think there is a quiet strength in the gentle service of submission to others.
There is a simple joy in the crissing &crossing of legfull strides.
I encourage pursual of grace &all that would entail.

i think that perhaps, what if, oh, nevermind.

You dance as eloquently as you speak, I said, but it is time now for you to go under the hill.
Thank you for the waltz &teaching me the two-step.

jubilee.

I found a favourite commercial! I believe it is an advertisement for Sprint.
&also, this: