chickadee: happy thought #3

Monday, September 7

happy thought #3

water is my happy thought #3. i am in love with water. drinking it. looking at it. being on it floating around. especially looking at it from a height or being so far in the middle of it that you can't see land anywhere. today taryn and i had the day off so we slept in, got a picnic together and got coffee and took it to my favorite place in peoria: grandview drive. i never tire of sitting on grandview taking a look down at the beauty of the illinois river (and believe me...the illinois river is only really beautiful from a distance...haha...not so clean)

we had such a nice, sunshiny, relaxing time just laying on a blanket and reading and watching people walk around and enjoying their own labor day picnics.

i love having a partner in crime to revel in the little joys of everyday life with. it makes things so much more enjoyable. this will be a year of transformation.

1 comment:

Joan said...: Ready for happy thought #4..... Have a great day!; September 11, 2009 at 6:48 AM

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Why are we inspired by another person's courage? Maybe because it gives us the sweet and genuine surprise of discovering some trace, at least, of the same courage in ourselves.
-Laurence Shames

Art offers the possibility of love with strangers.
-Walter Hopps

And I have felt a presence that disturbs me with the joy of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime of something far more deeply interfused, whose dwelling is the light of setting suns, and the round ocean, and the living air, and the blue sky, and in the mind of men: A motion and a spirit, that impels all thinking things, all objects of all thought, and rolls through all things.
-William Wordsworth

For I have known them all already, known them all; Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons, I have measured out my life with coffee spoons; I know the voices dying with a dying fall beneath the music from a farther room. So how should I presume? And I have known the eyes already, known them all --- The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase, and when I am formulated sprawling on a pin, when I am pinned and wriggling on the wall, then how should I begin to spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways? And how should I presume? And I have known the arms already, known them all --- Arms that are braceleted and white and bare [But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!] Is it perfume from a dress that makes me so digress? Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl. And should I then presume? And how should I begin?
-T.S. Eliot (The Lovesong of J. Alfred Prufrock)

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