“It’s great to be here. It’s great to be anywhere.”
Keith Richards turns an immortal 71 today. I wrote this for him.
And for my dad. And for me.
Anais Nin said, “we write to taste life twice”, and I say that perhaps we write to taste it twice, and then read those words over and over to dine on life for the rest of our days. Perhaps we write to create appendages to things, and moments, and feelings already beautiful in their own right.
January 8, 1935 – August 16, 1977
I’ll remember you
Long after this endless summer has gone
I’ll be lonely oh so lonely
Living only to remember youI’ll remember too
Your voice as soft as the warm summer breeze
Your sweet laughter, mornings after
Ever after, I’ll remember you
To your arms someday I’ll return to stayTill then I will remember too
Every bright start we made wishes upon
Love me always, promise always
Oooh, you’ll remember too
I’ll remember you.
Peace and Love, my Love.
“I don’t understand the question, and I won’t respond to it.”
I’m totally swiping this post off another blog I lurked on today. But I thought it was funciful and so now I’m putting my Brittanyesque spin on it. Well, not so much as putting my own spin on it so much as answering the questions myself…
“I simply remember my favorite things- and then I don’t feel so bad.”
The Sound of Music is one of my very most cherished and favorite movies. For awhile I put in on every Sunday as I was getting ready for church. I watched it today with the little peanuts I nanny and even they seemed mesmerized at times by its charm. (What good is being a nanny if you can’t indoctrinate the little people into having good taste?)