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I went to her blog yesterday. I don’t know what I thought I’d get out of looking at her last few posts again. There is still a Julie-sized hole in my heart.
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No. No, I don’t have something in my eye.
Just remembering Julie.
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This reminds me of Julie.
(via knowledgesponge)
- The important thing is not how many years in your life, but how much life in your years.
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Now cracks a noble heart. Good-night, sweet girl;
And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest. -
In the door-yard fronting an old farm-house, near the white-wash’d palings,
Stands the lilac bush, tall-growing, with heart-shaped leaves of rich green,
With many a pointed blossom, rising, delicate, with the perfume strong I love,
With every leaf a miracle……and from this bush in the door-yard,
With delicate-color’d blossoms, and heart-shaped leaves of rich green,
A sprig, with its flower, I break. -
It hardly ever rains in the morning here. It hardly ever rains period, but when it does, it’s usually in the afternoon, riding in on a monsoon wind, or in the evening, as the air cools. The skies are usually drained by morning. But this particular morning, the sky is crying.
Yesterday, I told myself I wasn’t going to be maudlin today. We’ve caused enough death in the name of 9/11; it’s time to stop remembering. But I’ve got a fresh reason for sadness.
My eyes always water in the morning—too much time spent staring at computer screens all day and they overcompensate. So, my son never noticed I shed a few quiet tears.
Because of her, I am a better person.
Because of her, I am a better man.
Because of her, I am a better parent.
Because of her, I felt less alone in my struggles with my own health.
Because of her, I resumed therapy that I had given up on, found a new counselor, and it is really helping, even in ways I never expected.
Good-bye, Julie. I love you.
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I Sing the Body, Atomic
We danced together. You don’t remember.
Nor do I.We are star stuff.
We were boiled and baked and burnt in the belly of a supernova,
Born into the void, flung far from home.
And we danced.We were vast. We contained multitudes. We were one
Disc of debris dancing in the darkness.
We coalesced a cloud,
Swirled a sphere,
Prepared planets,
whirled a world.
And on the seventh billionth day of being
Carbon, oxygen, nitrogen and phosphorus, we rested.We danced. To a song of sugars and acids and proteins
We built ladders twisting and twining,
Scaffolds for life, climbing back to the sky.Then one moment you were you and I was I.
We never touched. We never danced.
But there was love
Like knowing somehow we had once been
Both part of the same exhaling star,
Drawn together by its breath,
No more than a helpless vapor.We will dance again someday,
You and I and all the others that love you.
A myriad of years and we will escape our tombs,
Diffuse from from our decaying coffins,
And become calamus and clovers,
Nibbled by lambs and kids
Who gambol away their lives
In a world of green
And blueRound and round in the circle of life
Until Sister Sun grows gravid and ancient red,
Burns the land, boils the sea and engulfs the sky
And everything we are,
Then pulls us into her heart
In a final embrace.We will dance in her fires till she turns to diamond and ash,
Watch the universe slowly crystallize around us,
And wait to see
What comes after.I sing the Body, Atomic!
Born so long ago, I have danced to become, just
So I could know you,
A moment.— for Julie
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Things that make me think of Julie
- Yanni (because when we’re tired we both get yawn-y)
- Target
- Office supplies & school supplies
- The color pink
- Especially pink Legos
- Glitter
- Pringles
- Especially sour cream & onion flavor
- Chocolate cake with peanut butter frosting
- Peanut butter M&Ms (hmm, there’s a lot of food on this list)
- Old Amish women
- Hearts
- Love
- Respect for other people’s feelings
- The best of what a human being can be
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beefranck replied to your post: If you are a second-grader who likes to tell tall tales, I will call you out on your liesBUT I LIKE TELLING STORIES.
Do your mom and dad know the kinds of things you say? DO THEY???
bestgirlbetty replied to your post: If you are a second-grader who likes to tell tall tales, I will call you out on your lies*avoiding eye contact* I have no idea what you’re talking about. LOOK OVER THERE, WHAT’S THAT.
YOU GO TO YOUR ROOM RIGHT NOW, YOUNG LADY!
sceneryofme replied to your post: If you are a second-grader who likes to tell tall tales, I will call you out on your liesI let mine get away with them most times. I don’t want her learning how to be a better liar.
My own kiddo just never lies to me. How long that will last, I don’t know. His friends, however…
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bestgirlbetty replied to your post: mohandasgandhi replied to your photo: Behind…Get busy living or get busy dying, Barkley. That’s goddamn right.
Barkley and I are going to open a little hotel in Zihuatanejo when he gets out.
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My corner of the world currently includes: a deformed couch pillow, a half-disassembled Mac Mini, a very comfy brown throw blanket, and not enough Excedrin
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Hey look! I made a sign for my kitchen sink!
So yes, I’m starting my own Etsy store, called: Bitchy-Ass Signs That Will Be Ignored, for Moms or Whoever Else Is Sick of Cleaning Up This Messy Shit To At Least Get Out Their Aggression.
Wordy but affordable.
Add a few expletives, and maybe you could outsource a cross-stitched version from beefranck. :)
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elizabite replied to your post: Parenting Reality Check -> ?I don’t even like it when my kid says, “What the…?” So I would say no and have put the kaibash on using the word “freak” in any euphemistic form. I am a bit on the strict side though.
I like the cut of your jib.
girl-detective answered your question: Parenting Reality Check -> ?I second Jewles, although frankly, I believe that we censor children too much. There’s no reason why kids shouldn’t have the right to curse.
On the one hand, I get it. My son used to ask me, “Is ____ a bad word?” and I made several attempts, probably in vain, to explain how the words are not “bad” per se, but inappropriate in certain contexts.
On the other hand, …it just *feels* wrong to hear a small child using that language, especially with a certain tone of voice. It’s one thing to say intellectually “kids should have the right to curse”; it’s another thing to hear it, and feel my own visceral reaction. There is something deeply ingrained there, maybe even a genetic tendency, that I haven’t quite consciously reconciled yet.
nicky36 replied to your post: Parenting Reality Check -> ?Honestly, If he isn’t saying what the fuck I don’t see the problem.
I wouldn’t have expected this opinion from you, Nicky… which actually makes me give it greater weight. I respect you and your opinion deeply.
bestgirlbetty replied to your post: jewles answered your question: Parenting Reality…I don’t let Ben say it at ten-almost-eleven.
I respect you and your opinion deeply, too.
cocoageek replied to your photo: (h/t scotchtrooper)Shouldn’t it be “What the frak?” as popularized by BSG?
I actually thought of and considered this option in the fraction of a second before I reacted. This is how deep my nerdity runs. It runs to the core.
