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Showing posts with label beautiful ladies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label beautiful ladies. Show all posts
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
This song is love
For some reason this song keeps playing on my Ipod whenever I attempt to survive an Ipod shuffle. Each time I hear it I imagine who this woman is that Costello is writing about, and what it must feel like to be her and know that somoeone loves you so profoundly. This song is LOVE.
'She'
by Elvis Costello
She may be the face I can't forget
The trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay
She may be the song the summer sings
May be the chill the autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day
She may be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell
She may be the mirror of my dreams
The smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem inside her shell
She who always seems so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
No one's allowed to see them when they cry
She may be the love that cannot hope to last
May come to me from shadows of the past
But I'll remember till the day I die
She may be the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I'm alive
The one I'll care for through the rough in many years
Me, I'll take her laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes I've got to be
The meaning of my life is she
She
She
The trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay
She may be the song the summer sings
May be the chill the autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day
She may be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell
She may be the mirror of my dreams
The smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem inside her shell
She who always seems so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
No one's allowed to see them when they cry
She may be the love that cannot hope to last
May come to me from shadows of the past
But I'll remember till the day I die
She may be the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I'm alive
The one I'll care for through the rough in many years
Me, I'll take her laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes I've got to be
The meaning of my life is she
She
She
Friday, December 3, 2010
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Monday, October 25, 2010
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Saturday, October 9, 2010
Friday, October 8, 2010
Friday Night?
My Friday is hardly looking this glamorous....le sigh. Too tired to move or think! But this girl, she understands what Fridays SHOULD be about......
Monday, October 4, 2010
Bad hair day?
I'm not cool enough to pull off the whole hair accessory fad, but if I were, trust me - I would go to this website first! And who the heck is that redhead? I'd give a kidney for that hair.
Monday, September 27, 2010
Friday, September 24, 2010
Tanya Davis....
Recently while browsing the information superhighway I stumbled upon the poetry of Ms. Tanya Davis. Not only is she an amazing poet/musician, but she's from Nova Scotia! My brother was born in Canada (even farther north than Nova Scotia) so for some reason the mention of NE Canada gives me some strange sense of familial pride. :)
I love the way she writes - it's as though she crawled into my brain and jotted down a few notes while she was in there.
Her website is http://tanyadavis.ca/index.html
And some of her words....
To do
remember things
first
write them down
neatly
organize your scatter
make lists to make yourself
feel better
punctuation helps
crossing out
is key
means you've completed something
else
you've just moved on
well,
at least it made it on the list
first
write them down
neatly
organize your scatter
make lists to make yourself
feel better
punctuation helps
crossing out
is key
means you've completed something
else
you've just moved on
well,
at least it made it on the list
Keep it on my fridge
I could stretch more, complain less
be more dependable and stress less
i could confess my love to all the ones i've always wanted to
tell them what i'm thinking if they ever ask, be honest to myself
let my hard feelings pass
if the people that i love don't pass my feelings back
be more dependable and stress less
i could confess my love to all the ones i've always wanted to
tell them what i'm thinking if they ever ask, be honest to myself
let my hard feelings pass
if the people that i love don't pass my feelings back
i could become that person who always looks serene
the traffic doesn't bother me and neither do the bees
i could do more favours
help more old ladies cross the street
savour my chocolate and behave more neighborly
i could do lots of things
the traffic doesn't bother me and neither do the bees
i could do more favours
help more old ladies cross the street
savour my chocolate and behave more neighborly
i could do lots of things
engage strangers in conversations make more offerings
donate portions of my wages to poor places that are more worse off than me
i could do all of this and then some
write a list
keep it on my fridge
to keep my attention
but what are my intentions with this
is it about ethics
or having my name mentioned
a frame of reference
to guide my efforts
or a game that i am in
and if i became that magnanimous person, maybe i would win?
donate portions of my wages to poor places that are more worse off than me
i could do all of this and then some
write a list
keep it on my fridge
to keep my attention
but what are my intentions with this
is it about ethics
or having my name mentioned
a frame of reference
to guide my efforts
or a game that i am in
and if i became that magnanimous person, maybe i would win?
Or maybe it's just a means to ease my conscience
make a list and cross things off of it
so that in this messed-up world i could feel content
well, i'd like to think that peace of mind is a selfless goal
but i guess it depends on how you get there, which way you go
and i would like to get there
spend some peaceful time before i get too old
i might be walking in the right direction but often
it's hard to know
am i being too hard on myself or not hard enough at all
do i have enough goals
the right mix of big and small
realistic hopes or idealistic flaws
make a list and cross things off of it
so that in this messed-up world i could feel content
well, i'd like to think that peace of mind is a selfless goal
but i guess it depends on how you get there, which way you go
and i would like to get there
spend some peaceful time before i get too old
i might be walking in the right direction but often
it's hard to know
am i being too hard on myself or not hard enough at all
do i have enough goals
the right mix of big and small
realistic hopes or idealistic flaws
i don't know all this
it's why i question it i guess
make commitments to improve
lists of goals i should pursue
and then self-reflect
to hold myself in check
and do the best that i could do
it's why i question it i guess
make commitments to improve
lists of goals i should pursue
and then self-reflect
to hold myself in check
and do the best that i could do
Brigitte Anyone?
I used to hate beautiful women, it's true. I remember even going through a phase where I didn't want to watch certain movies with my guy pals because the women were so beautiful that it made me uncomfortable....how extreme is that? It has only been within the past couple of years that I have started to become more comfortable in my own skin, and as a result my appreciation and acceptance of gorgeous gals has grown as well. And that, my friend, is a beautiful thing.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Friday, September 17, 2010
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Photographer - Cari Ann Wayman
Somehow my internet guided me to a collection of photos by Ms. Cari Ann Wayman. I'm in love with the slightly dreamlike style...this girl has talent, that's for sure.And she's only 20! Where does all that talent come from?!
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
An Education
Have you had a chance to see the movie An Education? The story is well-written, kind, and wise....but the style is what blew me away. Carey Mulligan plays the main character, Jenny, and I was completely mesmerized by her. In fact, I think I might watch it again right now.
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