cold snap
worked from 8:30-5 today... slogged through 6 months of the things I'd put off...
it was unexpectedly really cold today. Freeeezing. Snow was accumulating on the Flatirons when I went to Target at 11am to get lamps for my chilly new office...
ellipses.
discouraging news on the drive home about something that I was so, *so* hoping would not be discouraging. Instant sogginess ensued. My clothes even felt sad. It occurred to me that disappointment actually seems to spill like an oily liquid-- it feels like it moves slowly, but it permeates *everything* so quickly. It takes a strong hand and a determined mind to clean it all out.
5 hours of tedious freelancing and now I'm a limp noodle, cross-eyed on the couch.
New scarf. Pink shoes. Transcripts to weed through tomorrow and more crossed eyes.
I suddenly remembered something earlier that I'd really like to add to my list of things to do in my life, and then promptly forgot it...
I hope it comes back. It was a good one.
Lately I've had some extremely strong cravings to be sitting on a beach watching the waves come in. Waves make life more interesting. They just make *sense* to me. I think more coherent thoughts when it comes to waves.
Tom had the brilliant idea over the weekend to head up to the mountains to check on the earliest aspen changes-- a valley swathed in yellow and deep green and then one lowly orange tree.
why? why just the one orange or red tree?
It's a mystery.
This is a silly pile of Gerber words and applesauce mumbles.
I hope that there is a bright-pink-sneaker moment of delirium in this gray cold snap. I really, really do.
Tonight I'll crawl into bed under blankets and sweatpants and wearium (a weary brand of delirium) and read the words of Fred Rogers to help my spirits:
*
"We all have different gifts and different ways of saying to the world who we are. The world needs a sense of worth, and it will achieve it only by its people feeling they are worthwhile."
*
"If only you could sense how important you are to the lives of those you meet; how important you can be to people you may never even dream of. There is something of yourself that you leave at every meeting with another person"
*
"I think everybody longs to be loved and longs to know that he or she is lovable and, consequently, the greatest thing that we can do is to help somebody know that they are loved and capable of loving"
*
"At the center of the universe is a loving heart that continues to beat and that wants the best for every person. Anything we can do to help foster the intellect and spirit and emotional growth of our fellow human beings, that is our job.
Those of us who have this particular vision must continue against all odds. Life is for service."
*
Confronting our feelings and giving them appropriate expression always takes strength, not weakness. It takes strength to acknowledge our anger, and sometimes more strength yet to curb the aggressive urges anger may bring and to channel them into nonviolent outlets. It takes strength to face our sadness and to grieve and to let our grief and our anger flow in tears when they need to. It takes strength to talk about our feelings and to reach out for help and comfort when we need it.
*
I feel the greatest gift we can give to anybody is the gift of our honest self.
it was unexpectedly really cold today. Freeeezing. Snow was accumulating on the Flatirons when I went to Target at 11am to get lamps for my chilly new office...
ellipses.
discouraging news on the drive home about something that I was so, *so* hoping would not be discouraging. Instant sogginess ensued. My clothes even felt sad. It occurred to me that disappointment actually seems to spill like an oily liquid-- it feels like it moves slowly, but it permeates *everything* so quickly. It takes a strong hand and a determined mind to clean it all out.
5 hours of tedious freelancing and now I'm a limp noodle, cross-eyed on the couch.
New scarf. Pink shoes. Transcripts to weed through tomorrow and more crossed eyes.
I suddenly remembered something earlier that I'd really like to add to my list of things to do in my life, and then promptly forgot it...
I hope it comes back. It was a good one.
Lately I've had some extremely strong cravings to be sitting on a beach watching the waves come in. Waves make life more interesting. They just make *sense* to me. I think more coherent thoughts when it comes to waves.
Tom had the brilliant idea over the weekend to head up to the mountains to check on the earliest aspen changes-- a valley swathed in yellow and deep green and then one lowly orange tree.
why? why just the one orange or red tree?
It's a mystery.
This is a silly pile of Gerber words and applesauce mumbles.
I hope that there is a bright-pink-sneaker moment of delirium in this gray cold snap. I really, really do.
Tonight I'll crawl into bed under blankets and sweatpants and wearium (a weary brand of delirium) and read the words of Fred Rogers to help my spirits:
*
"We all have different gifts and different ways of saying to the world who we are. The world needs a sense of worth, and it will achieve it only by its people feeling they are worthwhile."
*
"If only you could sense how important you are to the lives of those you meet; how important you can be to people you may never even dream of. There is something of yourself that you leave at every meeting with another person"
*
"I think everybody longs to be loved and longs to know that he or she is lovable and, consequently, the greatest thing that we can do is to help somebody know that they are loved and capable of loving"
*
"At the center of the universe is a loving heart that continues to beat and that wants the best for every person. Anything we can do to help foster the intellect and spirit and emotional growth of our fellow human beings, that is our job.
Those of us who have this particular vision must continue against all odds. Life is for service."
*
Confronting our feelings and giving them appropriate expression always takes strength, not weakness. It takes strength to acknowledge our anger, and sometimes more strength yet to curb the aggressive urges anger may bring and to channel them into nonviolent outlets. It takes strength to face our sadness and to grieve and to let our grief and our anger flow in tears when they need to. It takes strength to talk about our feelings and to reach out for help and comfort when we need it.
*
I feel the greatest gift we can give to anybody is the gift of our honest self.
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