This Exact Life

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

The gaudy color of peace
is just out of reach,

the faucet turned to kill the flow
only to hear the dripping continue, hoping
against this tide.

I will mediate with this language of silence
and whet my soul's whistle long enough to hear me sing
before the lever turns and opens the floodgates
to everything.

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Things I want to do. . .

Be part of a home birth experience.
Be the first customer of the day in a hometown bakery.(done Try Stick Fingers!))
Fly an airplane.
Go camping and watch the stars turn into the morning sun.
Grow more of my own food.
Learn to bake croissants.
Learn to make jewlery.
Learn to sing in front of other people (done)
Learn to speak fluent French. . .and maybe Spanish & Italian.
Learn to surf.
Learn to swing dance.
Live on the ocean for an entire summer season.
Plant bulbs in my gardens every fall. (500 in the fall of 2014!)
Read more novels.
Show kindness to as many people in my life as possible every day.
Sing to great music every day.
Teach my daughter and my son to drive a standard.
Travel to Hawaii and New Zealand.
Watch my children grown into happy adults.
Write more letters.