enfinblue's Bluey (credit to Fifi for the nickname!) Diaryland Diary

"I am seeking, I am striving, I am in it with all my heart." -Vinc3nt V@n Gogh

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This morning, sitting here, I actually started thinking that I would figure out how to move to Paris for next year!!!???

Another week begins! The senior economist is back today so I have the feeling that that is why I don't want to go to work. :)

So I came back to read something that I wrote last night, and to read and post a poem that should help. Have a GREAT week!!!

Funny, funny, funny.

After saying for a year that I don't have matches and that I keep on forgetting to buy matches, I found MATCHES in the freezer bag drawer. At the back.

So I lit the vanilla candles in the little ceramic dishes, both of which Alan once brought back from Thailand for me. I put them on my table and made a little collage.

C. incidentally stopped by to bring me some Chunky Monk3y. Yum! So really what I had was a Chunky Monk3y seance at my desk. I highly recommend it.

And then I just read this Mary Oliver poem, which is why I am writing AGAIN now. I wanted to share it with you.

Every year
the lilies
are so perfect
I can hardly believe

their lapped light crowding
the black,
mid-summer ponds.
Nobody could count all of them --

the muskrats swimming
among the pads and the grasses
can reach out
their muscular arms and touch

only so many, they are that
rife and wild.
But what in this world
is perfect?

I bend closer and see
how this one is clearly lopsided --
and that one wears an orange blight --
and this one is a glossy cheek

half nibbled away --
and that one is a slumped purse
full of its own
unstoppable decay.

Still, what I want in my life
is to be willing
to be dazzled --
to cast aside the weight of facts

and maybe even
to float a little
above this difficult world.
I want to believe I am looking

into the white fire of a great mystery.
I want to believe that the imperfections are nothing --
that the light is everything -- that it is more than the sum
of each flawed blossom rising and fading. And I do

8:31 a.m. - 2008-07-21

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