Oh man, today was SO much better. The weather was once again heerlijk: 18º (62 or so) and sunny and just gorgeous. So, again, I got out amongst 'em, but today it worked, and the sun was able to break through my little grey cloud and warm me up. I finally bit the bullet and bought a raincoat. It's blue. I wanted red, but it's a very very nice blue. :-) Naturally, it's supposed to be gorgeous all week!! Haha, I should have bought this coat a long time ago. ;-)
I'm also now completely obsessed with Animal Planet. I turned on the tv today for some company, and there was this show about whales and elephant seals on, and I just got sucked in. Then there was a show called E-Vet Interns, which is just way cool. It's a reality show about these vet interns who work in the best animal emergency room in America. So interesting. :-)
We did more sword forms in Wushu tonight. I really want to do Wushu more often than just twice a week, but I don't have the time. I'd like to compete at some point, truthfully. Well, I really just want to perform, and if it takes competing to do it, well, cool. :-)
<--- New Coat
:-D
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Oh wow, this is the kind of day that I love hearing you had. E-hugs! Check out how my morning went. The afternoon though... aaaaugh.
If you want your face rocked off, read this poem by Stanley Kunitz.
The Layers
I have walked through many lives,
some of them my own,
and I am not who I was,
though some principle of being
abides, from which I struggle not to stray.
When I look behind,
as I am compelled to look
before I can gather strength
to proceed on my journey,
I see the milestones dwindling
toward the horizon
and the slow fires trailing
from the abandoned camp-sites,
over which scavenger angels
wheel on heavy wings.
Oh, I have made myself a tribe
out of my true affections,
and my tribe is scattered!
How shall the heart be reconciled
to its feast of losses?
In a rising wind
the manic dust of my friends,
those who fell along the way,
bitterly stings my face.
yet I turn, I turn,
exulting somewhat,
with my will intact to go
wherever I need to go,
and every stone on the road
precious to me.
In my darkest night,
when the moon was covered
and I roamed through wreckage,
a nimbus-clouded voice
directed me:
"Live in the layers,
not on the litter."
Though I lack the art
to decipher it,
no doubt the next chapter
in my book of transformations
is already written,
I am not done with my changes.
Alhamdulillah, that's an amazingly perfect poem. Shukran, my dear dear friend, for these words of beauty and truth. :-)
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