To help my time fly

[serene]

Comment here with something you love about your life and I will write you
a poem. No guarantee on when you'll get it or how much you'll like it, but
I'll do it. No limit on how many I'll write, but you have to comment here
and tell me at least one thing you love about your life (more is great!)
to get your poem.

Comments

[gramina.livejournal.com]

The both-and-ness; lots of disparate things coming together in ways that many people think are impossible, but still working, somehow, for me. From the classic bi-poly-switch stuff to Wicca and Episcopalianism to brain-centered work that still feels creative to me to the amazing, incredible, variety of wonderful friends from all over the map (literally and metaphorically) all of whom seem honestly to enjoy my company. I am, finally, having to learn that there are actually places where I have to choose, or at least choose-for-now, that I can't necessarily have it all all at the same time, but I have so much of so many different things and for me they all still somehow work -- !

(How's that for Monday-morning stream-of-consciousness?)

[marci-ny.livejournal.com]

The joy I get from my nieces is indescribable and the unconditional love from my pets! <3

[serenejournal.livejournal.com]

What was your relationship like with your nieces' parent(s) growing up?

[serenejournal.livejournal.com]

You can't have everything

They tell you, because they think they should,
that you can't have it all
That even if it were in your grasp,
you couldn't hold it, couldn't mold yourself
into someone worthy and capable enough
into a person it all made sense for

What they didn't know,
what they still don't know,
is that you can't have it all because you are too grand
you are too much beauty to fit into one person
you are the Universe's white light and the deep brown of the earth
and all the good things that move into you
quickly reach the top of your head
and spill out
flowing onto the ground
seeping across continents
making rivers of abundance
that cannot be

contained

[marci-ny.livejournal.com]

When I was young it was great. She had a drug problem when I was a teenager and I basically raised her children. When I got older my sister and I had a strained relationship, but I remained close with my BIL. (They're divorced now, but are friends. I'm still friends with my BIL) She's very selfish at times and I finally gave up the thought of us ever being close. We're friends now, but are not super close.

[ljgeoff.livejournal.com]

I've spent a lot of my adult life reacting to life -- feeling like I was barely keeping my head above the tide. Since I've gone back to school, I feel like that one wonderful choice has opened me up to see that I have other choices, that I can step back and look at how my life is chugging along and assess what is working better and what is not working so well. I feel more hopeful and more masterful -- and I love it.

[serenejournal.livejournal.com]

When we were kids,
you brought me a gift.
You may not remember, but I do.
A paisley box, just larger than my small hand
"to put things in", you said.

I have no idea what became of that box,
but it was with me for years.

Not much will fit in a box the size of a child's hand,
so I was fussy about what belonged:
An opal-green bird feather,
The one unbroken mud doll from that time you got mad,
the valentine from the one who didn't know it mattered.

As time told us our ages,
you moved out of my sphere,
but you left me these other gifts --
these girls no larger than a child --
and I am fussy about what belongs:
A lunch without the crusts,
a perfectly even braid,
a life full of promise, and
their little hands
in mine.

[redbird]

The New York City subway system, and other metros that get me places and connect me to people and the world.

[marci-ny.livejournal.com]

That is awesome!

[serenejournal.livejournal.com]

Thanks! :-)

[gramina.livejournal.com]

/tears/

Thank you.

[stonebender.livejournal.com]

I really like it when people that I care about "get me". When they do the little things that tell me they understand and see me in all my smallness and bigness and love me.

[mackenzie]

Personally, I'm loving how clean I've been keeping the apartment. It feels satisfying to get home and see that things have been put where they belong, and to know that I did that. The naps amid still-warm laundry are delicious.

Interpersonally, I've been loving feeling really accepted by two newer friends, and feeling like I'm part of a little trio. It's fun to go away for a couple of days, and come back to an e-mail reading "We miss you! Let's dance!"

Romantically, I've been loving the opportunity to explore a new person's body. He's so unfamiliar and new. "Where can I kiss to get him to make noises?" is a game for the ages.

Familially, I'm loving Chris' two younger brothers, and their sweet enthusiasm for me whenever I visit. I asked his middle brother to send me his resume so I could look it over and give him feedback, and he sent it to me last night with the note "Miss you already."

[klwalton.livejournal.com]

The people close to me in my life have stayed close. They have been there through ups and downs, wealth and poverty, illness and good health, fear, defeat and triumph (and all that other stuff). It's the closest I've felt to being unconditionally loved, and I feel the same way about them. There is something so very comforting about being known so well and loved so deeply. (There are a couple of other people in that picture, just out of frame.)

[amaebi.livejournal.com]

Whoa!

[serenejournal.livejournal.com]

You're very welcome.

[ptigris.livejournal.com]

I love the fact that I am not afraid to try new things at least once. And that the new things mostly involve traveling to places where people don't speak my language and taking the paths that are less travelled to discover priceless treasures in hidden places. Sometimes these treasures are the people I meet, sometimes these treasures are family recipes for various meals/preserves/alchoholic drinks, and sometimes it's just a vista that no one but the locals know about, secluded and peaceful.

Sometimes to travel to new places means stepping to the left as I walk outside my door instead of to the right. It's all about being open and non-judgemental.

[micheinnz.livejournal.com]

How can I pick one thing?

I love the fact that I'm back at school learning how to do what I was supposed to be doing all along.

I love my family and how we care for each other.

I love my friends, my tribe, my peeps.

I love the city I live in, small and friendly and easily walkable.

I love the Intertubes, and the larger community they have brought me.

I love music and reading, and the joy they bring me.

I love to laugh.

I love my life.

[bix.livejournal.com]

1) That I am alive.
2) That I feel all passions keenly.
3) That I can and am loved.
4) That I can live the way that makes me happiest, a great enormous gift.

You don't need to write me a poem, though I would love it. I just liked the idea of responding to this post!

[papabearnz.livejournal.com]

I love the way my DW is so supportive of me - not only in the goals I set - but in the times when I am struggling in myself. Even though I've struggled in exactly the same way seemingly uncountable times before.

[zillah975]

Ooooooh. That's really awesome.

[serenejournal.livejournal.com]

Thanks very much. :-)

[jb98.livejournal.com]

The love of my friends, both far and near.

[jb98.livejournal.com]

This one made me cry.

[mamagotcha.livejournal.com]

I am awed by your acceptance and delight in your body. I wish I knew how to get there, because I want to feel joy in my body instead of revulsion. There are parts of me I love: my clever and quick-learning hands, how strong I am and how far I can walk when I need to, my clear skin... but the bulges and rolls and droopy bits and thick neck and so on... just look so awful to me.

What a sweet offer... you're taking your new LJ name quite seriously, aren't you?!