“How happy is the blameless Vestal’s lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray’r accepted, and each wish resign’d.” — Alexander Pope, “Eloisa to Abelard”
More on this tomorrow …..
“How happy is the blameless Vestal’s lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray’r accepted, and each wish resign’d.” — Alexander Pope, “Eloisa to Abelard”
More on this tomorrow …..
Filed under Eat, February 2009, Pray, Run
If we are hundreds of miles apart,
can you still feel me squeeze your hand
I. Love. You.
And if we are not sitting
face to face,
will you still know
that I cry when I miss you?
My heart hurts.
Can you hear me laughing,
when I watch our favorite show?
I wish you were beside me.
Will I still be the first person
you call,
even though the phone line stretches
much farther now?
I want to hear
your voice.
©CMS September 2008
Filed under Eat, Pray, Run, September 2008
If life was easy,
then I would be a flower
and if
I was a flower,
then I would have to deal
with rain.
But maybe if
I let the rain trickle down my
stem,
then these tears would dry
and I could grow
again.
©CMS August 2008
Filed under August 2008, Eat, Pray, Run
Why do the fingers
Of the little once beautiful lady
(sitting sewing at an open window
this fine morning) fly instead of dancing?
Are they possibly afraid
That life is running away
From them (I wonder) or
Isn’t she aware that
Life (who never grows old) is
Always beautiful and that
Nobody beautiful ever hurries? – e.e. cummings
Bekah, there really are no words except for to say that you are beautiful, and we are all behind you.
Filed under August 2008, Eat, Pray, Run