This being human is a guest house. :
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they're a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of it's furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.
I got to play sangban for 3 DUNUNBA RHYTHMS !!! (the ones that make me cream) :
There was even a cake made into a dunun - the drums I play. They're cylindrical and played on their sides. Strong hand pounds drum with stick while weak hand plays a different bell pattern atop the drum. THE CAKE WAS A DUNUN!!! And guess who got the bell?
Lots of friends came to smile and dance and, when it came time to blow out the candles, I wished for world peace co's I always wish for that.
It's all I really want.
Michael gave me some mudcloth from Africa which splattered my brain in 10 directions. It is my favorite fabric on earth!
Are there any tailors/seamstresses out there?
Thanks to all for the yummy word feast!
I smiled like a daft all the live long day....
The Art of Disappearing
When they say Don't I know you? :
When they invite you to the party
remember what parties are like
Someone telling you in a loud voice
they once wrote a poem.
Greasy sausage balls on a paper plate.
If they say We should get together
It's not that you don't love them anymore.
You're trying to remember something
too important to forget.
Trees. The monastery bell at twilight.
Tell them you have a new project.
It will never be finished.
When someone recognizes you in a grocery store
nod briefly and become a cabbage.
When someone you haven't seen in ten years
appears at the door,
don't start singing him all your new songs.
You will never catch up.
Walk around feeling like a leaf.
Know you could tumble any second.
Then decide what to do with your time.
~Naomi Shihab Nye.
This is me all the way.
My next door neighbor is cutting his lawn and the scent of freshly cut grass is wafting in through my window making me clench with gratitude. :
Is there a sweeter smell...?
Z caught me laying face down on the earth with my arms and legs spread wide and asked "What are you doing mom?"
"I'm giving the Mother a B I G H U G" I said.
I just love the tinkling of his chuckles....