It's been a while since I blogged. I think the whole internet slows down during the summer, and personally, I think it's fantastic. I haven't been posting because I've been playing pretty hard. Playing too hard to finish LGRAB's summer games... or to even ride my bikes. Playing too hard to do the reading and language study I should be getting to... or to even get to the library. Playing too hard to clean my floors or paint that bookshelf.... or to even buy groceries.
It's been delightful.
My body bears the telltale signs of a summer well-spent-- a range of ever changing tan lines, a tummy that's a little soft after a good many beers, and a headful of hair that's getting white blonde. My friendships feel strong and ready for the assault of another year of graduate school-- my fourth. After going all over-- to Delaware, South Jersey, The Shore, New York, Boston and Cambridge-- I am eager to fly home tomorrow to continue the summery process of replenishing my spirit. This summer has taken on an unexpected richness, a kind of abundance that would seem inconceivable if you saw how low my bank balance is or knew how hot it got in the house we moved out of or about any other number of dramas. But still, life is sweet, and there is nothing more to do, I suppose, than finish with my favorite poem, because it seems to capture all the joy of living that I'm so high on right now. It's funny how life gets to be so good when you aren't finishing all the items on the to-do list, or, even better, when you forget the to-do list existed at all.
wishing you a merry summer from Philly!
|i thank You God for most this amazing|
|day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees|
|and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything|
|which is natural which is infinite which is yes|
|(i who have died am alive again today,|
|and this is the sun's birthday; this is the birth|
|day of life and of love and wings: and of the gay|
|great happening illimitably earth)|
|how should tasting touching hearing seeing|
|breathing any-lifted from the no|
|of all nothing-human merely being|
|doubt unimaginable You?|
|(now the ears of my ears awake and|
|now the eyes of my eyes are opened)|
- e.e. cummings
Don't forget: It's not too late to help the children and win a bag o' swag at Tacoma Bike Ranch!!