Mondays after Sundays are Humbling

Dear unknown person at work whose leftover yaki udon chicken I: 1) mistook for my yaki udon vegetable, 2) prepared, 3) partially consumed, 4) realized was not mine, and 5) replaced -

Thank you for understanding.

Hearing it

How I feel about my relationship with God.

And to what I want to West Coast Swing.

Unsinkable Molly Ortwein

Even though it's the headlining element of the story, the tattoos featured here have their show completely stolen by Molly.

What a woman - in one short chronicle we see her commitment to her health, her love of nature, her connection to her family, and her indomitable will, which refuses for even a second to consider victimhood.

I pray we can all be that heroic in the face of our own adversities.

...and Honesty

LISTEN

She told me she wanted me to listen…so I said to what?
She said listen to the heartbeat of all the memories of my failed relationships
and then love me like the cure for cancer.
Answer the questions of my life with silence and sometimes “just listen.”
You don’t wear a halo and I don’t need a saving grace,
just embrace my pain enough to feel it.
You don’t need to illuminate my problems and make my wrongs right.
Even the sun must let the earth sit in darkness at night.
I can shine on my own, I just need you to be there. Be there like air.
Even present when I don’t know it, be the silent foundation of my life. Support me.
Be my pulse, invisible to those around me but still real. Real cause I can feel you.
She said, sometimes, I just want to know I can count on you.
Add you like math to the equation of life.
Be my quotient, the sum of my parts, beat with my heart, be in sync with me.
Co-write the story of my life as if you were inked with me.
Tattoo yourself to my hope so I can carry you into my dreams.
Sleep with me so we can share the same dreams and then seam our souls together.
Stitch me into the fabric of your fantasies and once again answer me with simple silence.
She said just listen.
Send me a silent stare, talk to me with a kiss, miss me when I’m still with you.
Resist the temptation to touch me and yet still caress me.
Bless me, treat me like a temple.
Worship within my walls and fall into my future.
Suture away my wounds and heal me.
Stand in the next room and still feel me.
She said, be the center of my universe.
Rehearse me like poetry. Speak me into existence.
Make me your adjective and describe us.
Trust me enough to show it, show me enough to know it, know it enough to believe it,
relieve me of the wonder and understand it.
She told me she wanted me to listen…so I did.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mnp5eArXCXs

Yup. Still want to get to the Kentucky Derby.

This one's for you, Special K!

The Wicker Man: 1973 vs. 2006

The Original: A creepy, thoughtful, complex exploration of the intersection between sexuality and religion.

The Remake: A movie about Nicholas Cage dressing like a bear.

I've met my 5-year-old counterpart

Oh yes.

This is how dancing should be done.

That we would all be full of such joy in the moment.

Happy Monday!