24 July 2009
19 July 2009
17 July 2009
An ode to my tiniest of cousins.
Mitch and Cami. I had the best 15 minutes of my life with you yesterday. While you crawled all over me and knocked everything off of the bookcases my heart was melting. Please stay and play with me.love, your grown up cousin, Val
13 July 2009
Somewhere I have never travelled, gladly beyond
somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near
your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose
or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands
-- e. e. cummings
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near
your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose
or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands
-- e. e. cummings
12 July 2009
11 July 2009
Ok. So I got a personal trainer.
And I LOVE it!
It's only week 1 of my 10-months-to-go-time-to-bite-the-bullet training. I've been left feeling positive and motivated about doing something good for myself.
My trainer, Katie, is a total sweetheart with just enough silly and drill sargeant to make the sessions productively-fun. She loves showing me all the ways I'll be able to discreetly show off my newly toned muscles.
She started competing in triathalons after she had kids. Isn't that hardcore?
Muscles I didn't know I had are sore. And I'm sleeping more soundly than I have in months.
Basically this is the beginning...of something good.
I'll keep ya'll posted :)
It's only week 1 of my 10-months-to-go-time-to-bite-the-bullet training. I've been left feeling positive and motivated about doing something good for myself.
My trainer, Katie, is a total sweetheart with just enough silly and drill sargeant to make the sessions productively-fun. She loves showing me all the ways I'll be able to discreetly show off my newly toned muscles.
She started competing in triathalons after she had kids. Isn't that hardcore?
Muscles I didn't know I had are sore. And I'm sleeping more soundly than I have in months.
Basically this is the beginning...of something good.
I'll keep ya'll posted :)
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