"When does the butterfly read
what flies written on its wings?
So it can understand its itinerary
which letters does the bee know?
And with which numbers does the ant
subract its dead soldiers?
What are cyclones called
when they stand still?"
from The Book of Questions by Pablo Neruda
the most pleasant aspect of having a january birthday: each new year coinciding with a new year of life, double the freshness, double the fun (i couldn't resist).
2006 was...my first red bell pepper, dark hair, marriages, babies, funerals, a father off to camano island, bossa nova, dorothy wordsworth, victoria bc, josh and anna brown, dutch blitz, indoor rose bushes, powell books, tears, massages, novels by nana, leila parfume, coconut icecream and fried bananas, rose peppercorn lotion, green tea mornings, curry chicken, beef fried rice, magician movies, belly dancing, several unfinished journals, several unfinished poems, a year and nine months with the love of my life, whole leaf olive extract, fireplace dates, nearly raftwrecked in lake chelan, introspection, flower world, eggs over easy and as expected...poetry...
2007 has been...a new coat, sean finally allowing me to exfoliate his feet, an entire weekend off of work, two very long journal entries, and an excess of dark chocolate.
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