I’m afraid it’s a hectic week so no extensive blog entry, but I thought I would share this with you.

you shall above all things be glad and young.

For if you’re young, whatever life you wear

it will become you;and if you are glad
whatever’s living will yourself become
Girlboys may nothing more than boygirls need:
i can entirely her only love

whose any mystery makes every man’s
flesh put space on;and his mind take off time

that you should ever think,may god forbid
and(in his mercy)your true lover spare:
for that way knowledge lies,the foetal grave
called progress,and negation’s dead undoom.

I’d rather learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance

-e.e. cummings

I love e.e.cummings.  I have for years.  I heard this poem, read by Garrison Kellier, while on the road last week.
His work is incredibly special to me.  And this poem, as I drove down I-95, reminded me that I only live once and I should love heartedly and thank goodness for opportunity.  xoxo