"Things will turn out the way you want, if you could just stop doubting that I love you."
-The Science of Sleep
Love, lockets and Anna Friel xx
...like the twin flutes I kept in the trunk of my car
in a box labeled Emergency Champagne Glasses!
Raise an unexpected glass to long, cold winters
and sweet hot summers and the beautiful confusion of the times in between.
To the unexpected drenching rain that leaves you soaking
wet and smiling breathless;
“We danced in the garden in torn sheets in the rain,”
we were christened in the sanctity of the sprinkler,
can’t you hear it singing out its Hallelujah?
Here’s to the soul-expanding power
of the simply beautiful.
See, things you hate, things you despise,
multinational corporations and lies that politicians tell,
injustices that make you mad as hell,
that’s all well and good.
And as far as writing poems goes,
I guess you should.
It just might be a poem that gets Mumia released,
brings an end to terrorism or peace in the middle east.
But as far as what soothes me, what inspires and moves me,
honesty behooves me to tell you your rage doesn’t move me.
See, like the darkest of clouds my heart has a silver lining,
which does not harken to the loudest whining,
but beats and stirs and grows ever more
when I learn of the things you’re actually for.
That’s why I’m for best friends, long drives, and smiles,
nothing but the sound of thinking for miles.
For the unconditional love of dogs:
may we learn the lessons of their love by heart.
For therapy when you need it,
and poetry when you need it.
And the wisdom to know the difference.
The solution to every problem usually involves some kind of liquid,
even if it’s only Emergency Champagne
or running through the sprinkler.
Can’t you hear it calling you?
I’m for crushes not acted upon, for admiration from afar,
for the delicate and the resilient and the fragile human heart,
may it always heal stronger than it was before.
For walks in the woods, and for the woods themselves,
by which I mean the trees. Definitely for the trees.
Window seats, and locally brewed beer,
and love letters written by hand with fountain pens:
I’m for all of these...
So don’t waste my time and your curses on verses
about what you are against, despise, and abhor.
Tell me what inspires you, what fulfills and fires you,
put your precious pen to paper and tell me what you’re for!
-Taylor Mali [thank you, Ella Louise!]
Yes, golly gosh and goodness gracious - as of one hour ago, I am 21 years old! What a world away I feel from the tree-climbing, film-making, poorly-coiffed, skinny-as-a-rake sixteen-year-old Me, or the angst-ridden, escape-planning, desperate dreamer at eighteen. And yet, deep down, I feel not so very different at all. How far I have come, but not, I think, in so many of the things that really matter, and that I try to hold true to.
-Charles de Lint
Have I done it, darlings? Have I made someone's day a little more magical by penning down my thoughts, weaving words and pictures and poems that please me together? Oh, I hope so.
Ms Gloriosity, your words were unspeakably wondrous to me:
"And a banner moment in my post-self-evincing blog life was stumbling onto Miss Caroline Cakewise and her life-giving Sparkles and Crumbs.
It may be a bit presumptuous to so adore a person whom one has never met, but this Glorious Lady's posts have been known to act as balloons to buoy, shovels to dig out, glitter to transform, and even balm to soothe."
I think it's my new mission statement, lovelies!
Most of all, I want to be BRAVE. Courageous. Dauntless. Gusty. Indomitable. Valiant.
[They are all such lovely words!]
I want to be brave, like my beloved camerado.
Occasionally, I feel like I am living in a fairy tale. Or, at the very least, a movie from the Golden Age of Disney! Sometimes, people surprise you more than you ever thought possible. Encouragement and advice comes from the least expected sources. Villains redeem themselves. People decided to change their lives and be happy. Faith is restored. And, a very few times, if you are very lucky, true love really does conquer all.
That is what has happened for my camerado in the last few weeks. She is in the midst of making a momentous decision: the decision to follow her heart and choose to do what makes her happiest. So many of us - myself included - never have the courage to even figure out what that is, let alone set about making it happen for ourselves, despite all the obstacles. I am so, so proud of my favourite girl, and I am awed by her bravery.
"It takes a lot of courage to release the familiar and seemingly secure, to embrace the new. But there is no real security in what is no longer meaningful. There is more security in the adventurous and exciting, for in movement there is life, and in change there is power."