When heartbroken and frozen still ( Read more... )

Today is sunshine, thin, cool breezes and flowering trees. It is beautiful enough to burn between my eyes. "So lovely," I think, as I thought yesterday against my husband's bare chest. The tree branches are alive with squirrels, the radio is piano and simplicity, the dishes have been washed and the soup for a good cause is on the stove, waiting for ( Read more... )

Such beauty in such pain. My heart is bleeding vibrantly.

Now that she's back in the atmosphere ( Read more... )

...of studying for this GRE subject test. So many Nortons, so much literature, so much beauty in all of it. Isn't it lovely to need so many number two pencils once in a while?

I had forgotten Wordsworth said so many pretty things.

The next article to read: "Ireland: policy, poetics, and parody."

The next beverage to drink: red rose tea.

Next flim to watch: Les Miserables.

Next papers to grade: 40 Chariots of fire, 40 junior engineers

Next trip to take: Michigan!

Next dessert to bake: Almond Torte from Piedmont

This is a good evening.

Quite the weekend ahead. My life is a hodgepodge of books (53 checked out, 3 on the way, and I'm precariously close to my OhioLink limit), floppy disks, and bridal showers. The juxtapositions really make the difference.

It's a smooth, warm cup in my hand, light, soothing against my palm. And the pages of Moby Dick are smooth and thin, containing better than one hoped for, more than one expected. To which I know return.

The sun is so beautiful coming through the window this morning that it hurts against my eyelashes, and I feel small and pretty in it. We surround ourselves with chaos that we may put it in order, beauty that decays so that we may refresh it. But in the morning's angles of light and visible heat patterns on the wall, shadows of warmth rising from ( Read more... )

Not that one ever has time to update this, but today I want to tell you all that I stopped in between two library rows and closed my eyes and sniffed today, and it was beautiful.

In other news, one never has time to update this.