Friday, November 28, 2008

grace--it's a name for a girl, but also a thought that changed the world.

If you want to know what grace smells like, go outside and take a deep breath. If you want to know what grace tastes like, eat the food that is before you. If you want to know what grace feels like, enjoy the skin you're in. If you want to know what grace sounds like, listen to the rain. If you want to know what grace looks like, look in the mirror.
With that in mind look around you everyday, observe, love, dream, wonder, and enjoy the dirt you walk on, the smell of Fall, the cozy sweater and blue slippers, the____. Fill in the blank.

Sonnet 30 (Fire and Ice)

My love is like to ice, and I to fire:
how comes it then that this her cold so great
is not dissolv'd through my so hot desire,
but harder grows, the more I her entreat?

Or how comes it that my exceeding heat
is not delayed by her heart frozen cold,
but that I burn much more in boiling sweat,
and feel my flames augmented manifold?

What more miraculous thing may be told
that fire, which all thing melts, should harden ice:
and ice which is congealed with senseless cold,
should kindle fire by wonderful device?

Such is the pow'r of love in gentle mind
that it can alter all the course of kind.

What a pretty sound

I like the rain. It's a lot of cliches like "constant" and "soothing," but I find it friendly on days such as this when I do not have to work and the day is mine in which to do nothing. I find it very important to do nothing sometimes, and nothing must be done. It is an accomplishment when done properly. I also enjoy run-on sentences. I enjoy choice words, and get irritated when I know there is a word that I would like to choose that describes what I feel so perfectly, but it got trapped in a crevice of the ol' brain and the file was lost that contained it, so all that comes out are more over-used, cliche words like "pretty" and "perfect" and "nice" and "cute." I want to say so much more about the flips my stomach is doing because everybody "gets butterflies" and everyone is "thankful." I guess feeling it is the most important part though, which is my comfort, because if we couldn't feel we might as well not breath either.