I Love Ya, Tomorrow.

Dear Readers,

I feel I must thank you for your gentle words of concern, but perhaps also remind you that this little universe here, this corner we call Schnooville, is a place to filter out the contents of my wee noggin.

Some days feel like the be all and end all. Then, we settle into an evening of quiet talking, snuggling on the couch and watching Deadwood after a ceremonial shot of Jack Daniels.

For those of you who have been following for a while, you’ll know that my domestic life is unique, and sometimes when you are living without a guide, things can feel big, and scary.

The best thing about hiccups is that when you relax and breathe, they eventually go away.

I am blessed to have so much love, and to have amazing people to give my love to. People who I trust implicitly, and who I know will be at my side as I figure out all the next steps of my life.

I think I can jump, and though I may snag a couple of branches on the way down, I’m fairly sure the landing will be good.

How I wish I could write more here. I guess you’ll just have to wait for the book.

Thursday is my favourite day of the week. Make yours a good one.

With Love,

Schnoo

Joga – Bjork

All of these accidents that happen
follow the dots
coincidence makes sense
only with you
you don’t have to speak
i feel
emotional landscapes
they puzzle me

then the riddle gets solved and you push me up to this:

…state of emergency…
…how beautiful to be!…
…state of emergency…
…is where i want to be…

all that no one sees
you see
what’s inside of me
every nerve that hurts you heal
deep inside of me
you don’t have to speak – i feel
emotional landscapes
they puzzle me
confuse

then the riddle gets solved and you push me up to this:

…state of emergency…
…how beautiful to be!…
…state of emergency…
…is where i want to be…

…state of emergency…

…state of emergency…

Comments

comments