happy friday everyone

I am thankful for...
by Nancie J. Carmody


...the mess to clean up after a party
because it means I have been surrounded by friends.
...the taxes I pay
because it means that I'm employed.
...the clothes that fit a little too snug
because it means I have enough to eat.
...my shadow who watches me work
because it means I am out in the sunshine.
...the spot I find at the far end of the parking lot
because it means I am capable of walking.
...all the complaining I hear about our government
because it means we have freedom of speech.
...that lady behind me in church who sings off key
because it means that I can hear.
...lawn that needs mowing, windows that need cleaning and gutters that need fixing
because it means I have a home.
...my huge heating bill
because it means that I am warm.
...weariness and aching muscles at the end of the day
because it means that I have been productive.
...the alarm that goes off in the early morning hours
because it means that I am alive.
There are three kinds of days:
Good days,
Great days, and
Outstanding days.
I hope yours is Outstanding!

wednesday wisdom

i would rather learn from one bird how to sing than to teach ten thousand stars how not to dance
e. e. cummings

i created this image on a website called scribbler which i came across using stumbleupon. choose your interests and be ready to be blown away by the most incredible sites. wow. x

i met a rasta man

i met a rasta man. green fingers he had. and a head full of 23 year old dreads. dreads the same age as me. feet on the ground one with the earth. go to jamaica he said. my place of birth.

image from pbase.com

laugh more worry less

sometimes you have to resign yourself to the fact that everything is going to be ok
let your worries be carried away by the wind
scattered to far corners of the earth where they dissipate and become the ground
the rain. the sun.
rise from your rocking chair.
let the wind tousle your hair.
and know that all is not lost
you are never alone
this day is yours. and the next.
dont feel perplexed.
open your arms.
breathe in the air.
do something you wouldnt dare.
dont die. awake your soul.
and feel whole......

her heart is drenched in wine

she does not care about the normal things. her heart is drenched in wine.
her mind is made from jungle jims.
her feet caress the grass beneath,
her hair wild with the wind.

inside her head the happy thoughts swing on the monkey bars.
confusion on the merry go round
indicisiveness spins spins spins profound.

and

while she sleeps she weeps
one solitary tear
for all humanity's sins
for mother nature's pain
and for the love she feels in vain.

a bus to barcelona.

there is a moon in europe
banana shaped glowing surreal
something about the way it makes me feel
vicky christina crazy beautiful
sunflower field dreams
nothing is what it seems
pipas at the bus stop but it never came
vino tinto and an old friend
a journey with no forseeable end
to nowhere everywhere anywhere
i miss you in my life
barcelona by night
a feather in her hair
a stare
getting lost because you can
beautiful spanish man
no regrets living free
a summer spent so magically
nip slips
an expired film
let go
embrace
see a story in every face and
find your happy place

it's cherry season.

although sometimes i don't know where i'm going to sleep tonight i know that everything will be fine and there's more to life right now than a fancy job or material things. its about experience and love and new places and feeling content with yourself. its about letting go and feeling free. spending summers so magically.