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the one

I'm looking for my perfect ice cream eating partner.
It will have to be someone with whom I can order double scoops on a cone and share, with two spoons. Chocolate brownie with butter pecan. Cookies&Cream with peach.  Mocha mudslide with mint chocolate chip. They will have to enjoy quirky flavor mixing.
They shouldn't eat too fast. There needs to be time for savoring. For a little conversation and a little silence. For smiling with cold lips.
They will have to enjoy their ice cream. It's not just a food. It's an experience. And when I meet someone who feels the same way -- that's when I'll know.    I've found The One.

photo from habit

It's almost the end of summer. These are the kinds of things I think about.

somewhere beyond the sea

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One week of summer left. The ocean is calling me. That's where I'd like to be.  

This made me happy today. 

excerpts

And it's August. Somehow, I feel more excited than I have all summer, although I couldn't tell you why. I just have the feeling that good things are about to happen. Do you ever get that?


I've started a list of things I could do with my life. So far, my favorite option is skipping college and moving to Hawaii to become a surfer. Thoughts?


My ukulele popped a string, and I ran out of white thread, and I got chemical burns from the bathroom cleanser I was using. But I had an ice cream sandwich and things looked better. You were right.


The whole sky turned purple tonight. Every inch of it. It was stunning. You should have seen it.


Love.

poem for a solitary monday

When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.


~ "The Peace of Wild Things" by Wendell Berry 
     copyright © 1998 by Wendell Berry