Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.
― Robert Frost
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3 years ago
Monday, April 8, 2013
Sunday, April 7, 2013
Pensieve
This? It is called a Pensieve. I sometimes find, and I am sure you know the feeling, that I simply have too many thoughts and memories crammed into my mind. -- Albus Dumbledore
Herself's brain is full of many thoughts, rattling and klunking about together, interwoven and nearly unparseable. Pieces of different puzzles, all in the same box. What would the completed pictures show?
Picture 1: It is challenging to tolerate gracefully the inevitable occasional glitches and upkeep-requiring activities of that marvelous machine, the human body. And the corollary: it is even more difficult to watch one's elders grow older and have to address the variant ills that accompany age. For always, just out of the corner of one's eye, one suspects the appearance of a Grim. Impossible to imagine, yet equally impossible not to acknowledge, that we are all mortal - and that we never know how much time we have on this Earth.
To the well organized mind, death is but the next great adventure. -- Albus Dumbledore
Herself's brain is full of many thoughts, rattling and klunking about together, interwoven and nearly unparseable. Pieces of different puzzles, all in the same box. What would the completed pictures show?
Picture 1: It is challenging to tolerate gracefully the inevitable occasional glitches and upkeep-requiring activities of that marvelous machine, the human body. And the corollary: it is even more difficult to watch one's elders grow older and have to address the variant ills that accompany age. For always, just out of the corner of one's eye, one suspects the appearance of a Grim. Impossible to imagine, yet equally impossible not to acknowledge, that we are all mortal - and that we never know how much time we have on this Earth.
To the well organized mind, death is but the next great adventure. -- Albus Dumbledore
Picture 2: There are so many aspirations and hopes of what to do, where to go. To walk through the Sequoia forest; to look at the glaciers and the geothermal features and the beautiful barren wastelands of Iceland; to sit under trees and to smell the campfire and to listen to the silence. To be in the moment, without worry, and with the people who bring calm to her soul. Ah, yes.
I am not worried, Harry. I am with you. -- Albus Dumbledore
I am not worried, Harry. I am with you. -- Albus Dumbledore
Picture 3: Behold, a marvelous, intangible yet nearly visible, omnipresent gratitude for the graces of friendship. Some days -- many days -- actually, each and every day -- it seems a miracle to have others to whom one can turn for company, for solace, for laughter. Would that we could take these people into our hearts and carry them with us wherever we go. Wondrously, we already do so. A dream realized, in this lifetime. So fortunate are we.
I believe your friends Misters Fred and George Weasley were responsible for trying to send you a toilet seat. No doubt they thought it would amuse you. -- Albus Dumbledore
I believe your friends Misters Fred and George Weasley were responsible for trying to send you a toilet seat. No doubt they thought it would amuse you. -- Albus Dumbledore
Picture 4: What do we do with dreams or desires that cannot come to pass? Do we contemplate them like reflections in the Mirror of Erised? Do we risk losing ourselves in doing so?
It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live, remember that. -- Albus Dumbledore
Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real? -- Albus Dumbledore
It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live, remember that. -- Albus Dumbledore
Or do we hold those imaginings as fuel in dark times, knowing them to be remote and unlikely, yet having them serve as the thoughts to conjure a patronus in times of need?
Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real? -- Albus Dumbledore
If only Herself had a Pensieve, she could organize and order all of her thoughts. All the same, perhaps all of her fears, dreams, hopes, loves and desires are safest inside solely her head. It's a busy place, to be sure. Yet even in the bustle and commotion, there are quiet moments. Grateful are we for those times.
Saturday, April 6, 2013
Two Decades
Offspring the First is twenty years old today. How time flies.
She is a lovely person - witty, charming, thoughtful. She is kind to animals, to strangers, to those who suffer. She has a good heart, and we miss her tremendously when she is away at college.
When we close our eyes, we can still remember quite clearly how she was rather afraid of the bathtub because it was too big, and so she was bathed in a round plastic bin that doubled as a sled for her first snowstorm. We think about how she held her small stuffed bun lovingly by one ear while sucking her thumb, and how she loved when we would read books together.
She's almost all grown up now. Beautiful girl, so many exciting things await you in the future. You will bring happiness and sunshine wherever you go.
Happy birthday, Offspring the First.
She is a lovely person - witty, charming, thoughtful. She is kind to animals, to strangers, to those who suffer. She has a good heart, and we miss her tremendously when she is away at college.
When we close our eyes, we can still remember quite clearly how she was rather afraid of the bathtub because it was too big, and so she was bathed in a round plastic bin that doubled as a sled for her first snowstorm. We think about how she held her small stuffed bun lovingly by one ear while sucking her thumb, and how she loved when we would read books together.
She's almost all grown up now. Beautiful girl, so many exciting things await you in the future. You will bring happiness and sunshine wherever you go.
Happy birthday, Offspring the First.
Friday, April 5, 2013
Time To Reflect
I think it is time to go sit in Nature again.
Thursday, April 4, 2013
The Cheese Stands Alone
After a few weeks of near-daily headaches of varying intensity, Herself is trying anew to avoid any problematic foods. It's tricky.
She hasn't figured things out entirely yet. It's frustrating, too, for it eliminates most (if not all) pre-packaged foods, and she must resort to cooking plain things just for her. It's unrealistic, and unfair, to expect everyone in the household to eliminate items as basic as pork, bread, bananas. Yogurt; nuts. Citrus. CHOCOLATE.
She hasn't figured things out entirely yet. It's frustrating, too, for it eliminates most (if not all) pre-packaged foods, and she must resort to cooking plain things just for her. It's unrealistic, and unfair, to expect everyone in the household to eliminate items as basic as pork, bread, bananas. Yogurt; nuts. Citrus. CHOCOLATE.
Not to mention: cheese.
Ah, delicious cheese. How you tantalize Herself. How painfully migraine-inducing you are. How much she misses you.
Yet how much more would she enjoy being headache-free? It seems impossible. We shall see.
This lovely array of cheeses was found in an article on cheese microbes from Science2.0.
Wednesday, April 3, 2013
Favorite Things, Refreshed: A Book
Today, we resurrect the theme of Favorite Things that we visited some time ago.
The other day while Herself was at the bookstore, she noted on a table near the cashiers, a marvelous book:
I Am A Bunny
It is a book from the beginnings of her childhood. Simple, lovely, memorable. Her parents read it to her when she was small. She read it to her Offspring when they were small. She still has it nearly memorized, all these years later.
Thank you, Ole Risom, for your words, and thank you, Richard Scarry, for your illustrations. Together, you created a beautiful tiny work of literature, and we are grateful.
The other day while Herself was at the bookstore, she noted on a table near the cashiers, a marvelous book:
I Am A Bunny
It is a book from the beginnings of her childhood. Simple, lovely, memorable. Her parents read it to her when she was small. She read it to her Offspring when they were small. She still has it nearly memorized, all these years later.
Thank you, Ole Risom, for your words, and thank you, Richard Scarry, for your illustrations. Together, you created a beautiful tiny work of literature, and we are grateful.
Tuesday, April 2, 2013
Beam Me Up
Our crush on P!ink continues. We were delighted to discover that her album, The Truth About Love, was on sale this weekend on iTunes, and we promptly added it to the iPod. Huzzah!
Yesterday we listened to Just Give Me A Reason. It is perfect for singing along, particularly in the car. The harmony with Nate Ruess is particularly melodious, we think.
Today, it is Beam Me Up. Simple. Longing. Lovely.
Could you beam me up
Give me a minute,
Yesterday we listened to Just Give Me A Reason. It is perfect for singing along, particularly in the car. The harmony with Nate Ruess is particularly melodious, we think.
Today, it is Beam Me Up. Simple. Longing. Lovely.
Could you beam me up
Give me a minute,
I don't know what I'd say in it
I'd probably just stare
I'd probably just stare
Happy just to be there holding your face
Beam me up,
Let me be lighter
Beam me up,
Let me be lighter
I'm tired of being a fighter
I think a minute's enough
Just beam me up.
I think a minute's enough
Just beam me up.
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