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Tag Archives: life
Feb6
weekend.
happy to tell the kinder
there would be 2 stay-home days – a weekend
saturday and sunday
we’d all be back together again on monday
one asked –
‘do you know that friday is already the weekend?’
indeed
i love that way of thinking
this one will live a long and happy life.
—
when does your weekend start?
—
“every day is a gift. but some days are packaged better.”
-sanhita baruah
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image credit: google images
Jan13
living the high life.
these cats
olive and rose
really have it made
a modern kitty headquarters
custom-designed and gifted from grandies
a special stash of catnip
gifted from those who cared for rose
no jobs, appointments, chores, errands, meetings, or responsibilities at all
a gift from mother nature.
“listen, don’t forget this.
don’t let this slip your mind.
most of us, if we’re lucky,
we see a few seconds of the high life.
and the rest are the residue years.”
Jan12
you are here.
Jan11
life changing.
Dec26
mix it up.
this sweet and treasured tiger
now has its own mask
making it even more special
there is an added joy in knowing that someone took the time
to design such a fun custom accessory for this much loved creature.
—
“mix a little foolishness with your serious plans. it is lovely to be silly at the right moment.”
-horace
Dec6
am i missing anything?
from rogueNASA – “Ok, so far we’ve had a pandemic, race wars, a global economic collapse, a presidential impeachment, Brexit, murder hornets, and a contested election. Am I missing anything?”
“life is an improvisation. you have no idea what’s going to happen next
and you are mostly making things up as you go along.”
stephen colbert
Nov27
bread is.
Nov17
cards.
Nov14
mysteries, yes.
“MYSTERIES, YES”
Truly, we live with mysteries too marvelous
to be understood.
How grass can be nourishing in the
mouths of the lambs.
How rivers and stones are forever
in allegiance with gravity
while we ourselves dream of rising.
How two hands touch and the bonds
will never be broken.
How people come, from delight or the
scars of damage,
to the comfort of a poem.
Let me keep my distance, always, from those
who think they have the answers.
Let me keep company always with those who say
“Look!” and laugh in astonishment,
and bow their heads.”
― Mary Oliver, Evidence: Poems












