I may have truly found the secret
Hail Caesar!
Days so full of garlicky goodness!
church consists of two
speaking of things that matter eternally
laughter and silver patterns
Living beautifully matters much
I want a love with padding on it
Conversation concerning 71 years
of lusciously padded love stories
brings me loads of hope
talking about love and family,
about what matters most,
about how it’s good to be so lucky,
how everything has brought us right, right, here!
life here is special
Days are blessed
(Even tho the food is not always understandable,
we still enjoy every bite!
Maybe THAT’S the real, true, secret of life!!)
The water is a living personality with moods galore
we watch the colors change
tonights whitecaps are cold and complex
it’s been a beautiful, calm and restful day for the most part
She walks in beauty
even though it’s a strange
and sometimes confusing mix
of real and nonsensical
the cat sits on my head
the softest, most casual, of headgear I’ve ever worn
my feet are buried in white fur
the dogwood of the same color dances outside
life is full
we are full
sun sets bringing new colors to the blooming trees
night routines await right around the bend
luxurious yawns meets in the middle
Mixing with the warmth of the fireplace
all is calm
all is bright
shadows gathering in corners
the day falls soft at our patient feet
we slip gracefully into the fine night
💞
Amy Lloyd
(Photo by Charles Cooper)
I don’t know if I’ve learned anything yet! I did learn how to have a happy home, but I consider myself fortunate in that regard because I could’ve rolled right by it. Everybody has a superficial side and a deep side, but this culture doesn’t place much value on depth — we don’t have shamans or soothsayers, and depth isn’t encouraged or understood. Surrounded by this shallow, glossy society we develop a shallow side, too, and we become attracted to fluff. That’s reflected in the fact that this culture sets up an addiction to romance based on insecurity — the uncertainty of whether or not you’re truly united with the object of your obsession is the rush people get hooked on. I’ve seen this pattern so much in myself and my friends and some people never get off that line.
But along with developing my superficial side, I always nurtured a deeper longing, so even when I was falling into the trap of that other kind of love, I was hip to what I was doing. I recently read an article in Esquire magazine called ‘The End of Sex,’ that said something that struck me as very true. It said: “If you want endless repetition, see a lot of different people. If you want infinite variety, stay with one.” What happens when you date is you run all your best moves and tell all your best stories — and in a way, that routine is a method for falling in love with yourself over and over.
You can’t do that with a longtime mate because he knows all that old material. With a long relationship, things die then are rekindled, and that shared process of rebirth deepens the love. It’s hard work, though, and a lot of people run at the first sign of trouble. You’re with this person, and suddenly you look like an asshole to them or they look like an asshole to you — it’s unpleasant, but if you can get through it you get closer and you learn a way of loving that’s different from the neurotic love enshrined in movies. It’s warmer and has more padding to it.
– Joni Mitchell
life: acoustic & amplified 