Site Meter ANCORA IMPARO
I believe in simplicity. I believe in feelings and family, friendship and fidelity, forgiveness and fortitude. I believe in miracles, meditation, motherhood and make believe and that music is the only real magic this world has ever seen. I believe in concocting and consuming colorful cocktails and fussing over and feasting on fabulous food. I believe in living out loud. I believe in laughing until your face hurts and loving until your heart breaks. I believe in behaving boldly and when warranted, badly, taking bubble baths and being barefoot. I believe in poetry, puppies and playing in the park. I believe in seeking without ceasing that which sings to my soul and strengthens my spirit. I believe in dancing in the rain and digging in the dirt. I believe in honest expression and the golden rule. I believe in Nature and naps and that naïveté is sometimes necessary. I believe in goodness and gratitude, grit and grace. I believe in unity and the power of the universe. I believe in being authentically awesome. I believe in being better today than yesterday but not as good as tomorrow. I believe in challenges and change and growing pains. I believe in the inherent worth of every creature, being and life force on this planet. I believe in honoring the individual journeys and paths of people whether I understand them or not. I believe in letting people live their truth and trusting that it’s right for them. I believe in lifting up and letting go. I believe that death is just as sacred an experience as birth and that it is never, ever an end.

Mostly, I just believe that I’m never going to stop learning what it is I believe.


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“This life is yours. Take the power to choose what you want to do and do it well. Take the power to love what you want in life and love it honestly. Take the power to walk in the forest and be a part of nature. Take the power to control your own life. No one else can do it for you. Take the power to make your life happy.”

—Susan Polis Schutz

“That was the thing. You never got used to it, the idea of someone being gone. Just when you think it’s reconciled, accepted, someone points it out to you, and it just hits you all over again, that shocking.”

—Sarah Dessen, The Truth about Forever

“Congratulations! You’re not perfect! It’s ridiculous to want to be perfect anyway. But then, everybody’s ridiculous sometimes, except perfect people. You know what perfect is? Perfect is not eating or drinking or talking or moving a muscle or making even the teensiest mistake. Perfect is never doing anything wrong - which means never doing anything at all. Perfect is boring! So you’re not perfect! Wonderful! Have fun! Eat things that give you bad breath! Trip over your own shoelaces! Laugh! Let somebody else laugh at you! Perfect people never do any of those things. All they do is sit around and sip weak tea and think about how perfect they are. But they’re really not one-hundred-percent perfect anyway. You should see them when they get the hiccups! Phooey! Who needs ‘em? You can drink pickle juice and imitate gorillas and do silly dances and sing stupid songs and wear funny hats and be as imperfect as you please and still be a good person. Good people are hard to find nowadays. And they’re a lot more fun than perfect people any day of the week.”

—Stephen Manes

“You are in my blood. I can’t help it. We can’t be anywhere except together.”

—Francesca Lia Block

You’re safe there.
Always.
All ways.

You’re safe there.

Always.

All ways.

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Ray Lamontagne And The Pariah Dogs

Like Rock & Roll And Radio
God Willing & The Creek Don't Rise

Ray LaMontagne - “Like Rock & Roll And Radio”

Are you still in love with me, like the way you used to be
Or is it changing?
Does it deepen over time, like the river that is winding
Through the canyon?

Are you still in love with her, Do you remember how you were
Before the sorrow?
Are you closer for the tears, or has the weight of all the years
Left you hollow?

Are we strangers now?
Like the Ziegfeld Gal and the Vaudeville show?

Are we strangers now?
Like Rock and Roll and the Radio?
Like Rock and Roll and the Radio…

I can see you lyin’ there, tying ribbons in your hair
And pullin’ faces.
I can feel your hand in mine, though we’re living separate lives
In separate places.

Are we strangers now?
Like the Ziegfeld Gal and the Vaudeville show?

Are we strangers now?
Like Rock and Roll and the Radio?
Like Rock and Roll and the Radio…

All these white lies,
Hanging like flies on the wall.

Hard-wired, road-tired,
Counting curtain calls and waiting,
Waiting for the axe to fall.

Are you still in love with me, like the way you use to be
Or is it changing?
Does it deepen over time, like the river that is winding
Through the canyon?

Are we strangers now?
Like the Ziegfeld Gal and the Vaudeville show?

Are we strangers now?
Like Rock and Roll and the Radio?
Like Rock and Roll and the Radio…

“Suffering has been stronger than all other teaching, and has taught me to understand what your heart used to be. I have been bent and broken, but - I hope - into a better shape.”

—Charles Dickens, Great Expectations

“When you welcome your emotions as teachers, every emotion brings good news, even the ones that are painful.”

Gary Zukav

Especially the ones that are painful and confusing and scary and sad.

“Even if you think the flame has died, there’s at least one lyric that’ll hit that last hot spot, and then you’ll find yourself as fucked as you were the day you lied and said you never wanted to see her again.”

John Mayer

Entirely too relevant.

I’m so nostalgic for you that if I close my eyes and breathe deep enough I can inhale that dust from the attic in the first home we shared together.

And if I keep ‘em closed really tight I can see that hideous green and purple floral patterned couch you so proudly carted home to me on a Tuesday in May that we promptly recovered and “christened”.

I don’t know why you’re on my mind and heart but every time this happens something HAS happened and I find that I worry so.

I don’t miss you because I don’t know how to miss a man I don’t know (and I know if the days have changed you even 1/10th as much as they’ve changed me then you’re but a stranger to me) but I send up a prayer to the powers that be that you’re OK.

Healthy.

Happy.

Sober.

Fed well.

Loved much.

Birds start chirping at fucking 3am… When did this happen?

jasonrobertballard:

Where is my nerf gun?!

Birds always chirp at night people just seldom notice. I have an owl that speaks to me all day when I garden.

They’re trying to sing you sweetly to sleep if you’d but allow them. :)

Leave ‘em alone. Even a Nerf gun could cause injury to a young or small one.

And besides…you don’t like it when anyone tries to silence your song or clip your wings, do ya? I know I sure as hell don’t.  ;-)

Love,

The Other Mother

(Source: mrballard)

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