Hold on to what is good even if it is a handful of earth.
Hold on to what you believe even if it is a tree which stands by itself.
Hold on to what you must do even if it is a long way from here.
Hold on to life even when it is easier letting go.
Hold on to my hand even when I have gone away from you.
- Pueblo Blessing
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Thursday, Jun. 10, 2004 - 7:09 a.m.
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BTW whoever invented that kind of glass that shatters into millions of little squares should be shot. Esp if a glass breaks on the floor right after you've just finished vacuuming it. Maybe I should stay in bed today. But if I do that, the babysat dog will probably kill something else.
Did I mention as well, that I got a copy of the printed Bear book? I suppose it looks good. It is dedicated to ob. So pointless now. I don't know if we'll be anything other than enemies. Except for the small part of her deep inside that I loved so much, it must still be there. The girl who adored me, and whom I held at night, who made me laugh and cry and want to hold her to my heart forever. I don't know if she, the one who I discovered and uncovered, who shared herself with me and gave me so much love, is still there somewhere. But that part of her, that is who the book is dedicated to. The travel in the imagination. The flights of fancy to far-off lands without actually going anywhere.
It is a lovely beautiful book. And people around the world will read that and wonder who is that girl who will be mine forever. The little part that belonged to only me and no one else. Who will not ever come out in her personality in the exact same way.
Good thing for tomatoes dying. It gives one a reason to cry.
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previous meanderings - future past
Goodbye Michael. May your next life be kinder to you. - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
Taking Care of Your Cows - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
Saint Joseph robs the cradle and eats spaghetti - Sunday, Jun. 14, 2009
sticky notes and broken irises - Friday, Jun. 12, 2009
The FOODCOMMANDER - Monday, Jun. 08, 2009
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