If you wrap yourself in daffodils I will wrap myself in pain And if you’re the queen of California Baby I am the king of the rain
Counting Crows - Goodnight Elisabeth
Good morning my dear friends. Currently listening to Recovering The Satellites, and just finished the song above. How could you not want to write poetry after having those lyrics dance across your heart? Interesting weekend, I’ve written and queued up more friends than I could possibly know what to do with, but I guess those are good problems, and no doubt I’ll stress incessantly over them later…or nah as my young friends say. Do expect reblogs over the next couple of days however. Yesterday I wrote about the good days, and after an admittedly rough few months between the ears, it’s been pretty nice to feel like myself again. I’ve even listened to music over the past couple of weekends. Yes! Anyway, I know this is rambling but I did want to to tell each of you how truly I’ve been enjoying your words, art, company and love. Yes, today at least, life is good and it’s even better when shared. Okay that’s enough. Have I done the I love you thing recently? No? In that case here goes. If no one’s told you yet today, let me be the first to say…
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The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen.