threads between thesis

threads between thesis:

the thoughts of leaving and being, the famers' market, sword-fights with clothes hangers, sunshine, birds, walking in my barefeet from church, from class, from about anywhere, air after rain, hugs, the regeneration of toenails, tea and honey, what is happening to the bees?, casa, burritos, stir-fry at 1:30 am, chasing rabbits, hot. muggy. weather.

chocolate and cheese

chocolate and cheese, i don't think they go together.

i like my riches balanced.

tell me if you beg to differ

today

e e cummings XAIPE, 65


i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes

(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun's birthday;this is the birth
day of life and of love and wings:and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)

how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any--lifted from the no
of allnothing--human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?

(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)

god loves glasses, too

last night, i was sitting in the upstairs of donkey coffee working on thesis stuff. most of the conversations had petered off, though a few moms were still going strong, and so too, were my two companions with laptops.

for awhile, i just sat and listened and picked up the conversation of two girls in the room across from me. they were talking about some fantasy series, dragons, magic, and whatnot, and looked like the stereotypes associated with people who play dungeons and dragons on a saturday evening. i kind of smiled and shook my head, but then stopped, feeling a bit bad for silently laughing. i then had this dreadful vision of me standing in front of a classroom teaching someday and there is a young girl in the back of my class, blonde hair with glasses, and i constantly ignore her because i don't want the other kids to think i favor the misfit.

but god does.

yea, as i was sitting there, it occurred to me no matter how hard i try, no matter how much self discipline i have or tactics i learn to deal with misfit children (or my misfit self), i will always fall short of loving those two girls.

but god won't.

he loves both of them,
and you,
and me,
perfectly.

and that's pretty amazing.