3.22.2010

Hurry up Day

(Porte, with a walled fort in the background. Mysterious. Lagos, Portugal. 2007)

Hurry up DAY...I've been waiting for you to be over since you began. What a long, tearfilled, rainy and overcast, cold in and out day...BUT WAIT. What am I saying? This day, today March 22, 2010 is the only one of this day that I will ever live again...it is a day that will live in my mind, a day that I won't forget. A day, which hopefully, I will look back on and say WHEW! Glad that happened to me because look where I am now...
we shall see.

Nothing that good photography from my past won't fix. A remedy in Reminiscence.

(I don't know why, I but in my mind I am speaking in elegant British poetic prose. Excuse me if my commentary seems a bit...out of sorts.
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(And the sun will set with beauty and grace as it has every night before. Playa Hermosa, Costa Rica. 2006)

(aaah Segovia, Spain, a fair town indeed. 2007)


I stole this from a very cool and interesting wordpress blog by my friend Lauren : http://happilyevernow.wordpress.com/

It made me bite my tongue.


Look to this day!
For it is life,

The very life of life.
In its brief course
Lie all the verities

And realities of your existence;


The bliss of growth,
The glory of action,

The splendor of beauty.

For yesterday is but a dream,

And tomorrow is only a vision;

But today well-lived

Makes every yesterday a dream of happiness,
And every tomorrow a vision of hope.
Look well, therefore to this day!
Such is the Salutation to the Dawn.
-Kalidasa


And so...it is me now. I will think only to the placement of my next footstep, the next meal, the next hour; Living presently and enjoy each day as it comes. And I might just enjoy a good poem, a spot of tea and knickers right out of the dryer. Indeed.

1 comment:

  1. the british dialect is infectious.

    a spot of tea indeeeeed!

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