Wednesday, December 23, 2009

happiness




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is a wave form.


Beauty and Horror are inextricably intertwined.



You must have it all.


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We don't want the pain. We don't want the night terrors, the early deaths, the men with machetes charging through the camp, the car bombings, the airplane crashes, the rapes and  molestations, disease and mutilations, the plain sorrow of loss.


They are ours just the same.


Everybody pick three.


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In the meantime, there are flowers.

There is the sun coming up.

There is the place where the sea meets shore and the sound of it and the cries of gulls.

There is kissing.

There is yet tenderness.

There is giving everything you are without concern for the cost or benefit.

There is ice cream.

There is the wide blue sky and the low gray one and rain and thunderstorms and at night the numberless and vivid stars.

It is meant to break your heart.


It is meant to.






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Namaste.





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5 Comments:

Blogger Mim said...

It is meant to, and it does.
Yours for flowers,
Mim

12:40 PM  
Blogger T. Clear said...

Mine broke today when I saw the fifty or so guys outside of Lowes, looking for work. It broke again a bit farther down the road, where the line at the food bank stretched to several hundred people.

Life has blessed me, repeatedly.
And I am grateful.

4:03 PM  
Blogger melissashook said...

It does break your heart.
Thank goodness for coffee-chip ice cream.
and thank you.

6:29 AM  
Blogger Radish King said...

Merry Christmas my dear and brave and funny friend.

Love,
Rebecca

9:17 AM  
Blogger tearful dishwasher said...

God bless us, every one!



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9:52 AM  

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