one minute to midnight.  where’s my pumpkin?

It’s a good day at work when your friend gives you a reason to look at a list of English words with Arabic roots, which topic leads to the inevitable Rumi, and where that leads to usually can’t be spoken.

Today, like every other day, we wake up empty and frightened.
Don’t open the door to the study and begin reading.
Take down the dulcimer.

Let the beauty we love be what we do.
There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground. – Jelaluddin Rumi

Sit with me; hold hands.
Unleash the silence that is longing to take shape.
Soon the birds will begin to sing, and dawn will rise in our hearts,
not beautiful, not interesting,
and not at all like love,
but full of wanting
nothing but the day.

Some days you are just lucky and find butterflies in your hair.

My last post was new software and two hard drive disasters ago, therefor I get a free pass (which is nothing like a free past).

Its been like trying to see other people when you know you are in love. I couldn’t wait to be back with you. I’m so glad we are here together again.

I admit I love this picture.  I thought my trip to the queen anne’s lace was a bust.  Sometimes you think you see and you don’t.  Occasionally that works in your favor.