It’s been a while. I’ve actually been implementing a “happy” philosophy lately. I know, I know. Not to be believed (or possibly tolerated).
Anyway, I recently heard a song that really picked me up. Here ’tis. Oh, and I’ve been traveling on Delta lately and Ze has a thing or two to say about that, too.
Sometimes it really is the simple things.
Oh, and I received quite a bit of feedback on the giraffe thing. Yes, I really did have a giraffe. And, yes, I really did feel that way. The operative word there was “wonder”. I still feel wonder so deeply and sincerely that I could, at times, explode. If I could be a prophet of any given thing…well, it would be wonder. In the end, it was what began, and sustains, everything.
I think I might actually start writing here again.
Oh, and here is something else amazing that happened to me tonight. I was eating a rather exceptional pepperoni and basil pizza when this song started playing. Having recently seen the movie that this song plays in I was, once again, swept away. If you haven’t seen “Once”…bloody hell, mate, see it!!!
Oh, and, yes, pizzas are better to this song.
And, directly from the movie. Probably my favorite song. But, then again, I have an experiential reference. Curiously, this song doesn’t get me down. It just reminds me of another time that was and is far gone. Beautiful just the same.
You know, it’s weird you mention the happy philosophy thing. I found myself in a similar state of mind right around November, and it continues into 2008. I think it has a lot to do with the fact that it’s been 5 years since my dad died. I have no idea why 5 years is significant; why not 4? Why not 6? Regardless, the severe grief has somehow passed in much the same way you don’t realize the tide has gone out until it has and you find yourself with a lot more beach in front of you than there was a while ago. I didn’t realize I was done with the grieving until I thought about it and realized that I don’t carry that cloud around anymore. Now, the good memories flood back when I think of Pops instead of the memories of goodbye, being told he was gone, and having to spread his ashes. Now I remember his laugh, his sense of humor, and the foods he loved. Sure, I still miss him, but now with more fondness and less pain.
Comment by Edge — January 9, 2008 @ 7:27 am
I jumped in here today on a whim and wash appily surpirsed to see I had missed two posts. I am glad you are writing again and hope you continue tod o si in 2008. I get so much insight into my better half in here.
Keep wondering honey. I love you.
P.S. Was that wonderful homemade pizza you made a while back? You gotta make that again!
Comment by elaine — February 6, 2008 @ 10:49 pm