Thursday, April 30, 2009
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Saturday, April 18, 2009
A favorite poem of mine by EE Cummings
i carry your heart with me
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling)i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest secret nobody knows(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart) ee cummings
Friday, April 17, 2009
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
I guess I am so used to being on a schedule and watching a clock that this was probably a subtle reality I didn't realize until I was two days into our vacation. I wasn't watching the time constantly. We got up when we woke up, went to bed when we got sleepy, and ate when we got hungry. This must be how rich people live.
The picture I shared above is our last night in Gulf Shores / Orange Beach. Can you see that we are happy and tired?