some girls wander by mistake.

my yoga instructor reads from poetry collections during the end of savasana. i thought one particularly beautiful, so i found it on the interwebs. here it is.

I have been in love more times than one,
thank the Lord. Sometimes it was lasting
whether active or not. Sometimes
it was all but ephemeral, maybe only
an afternoon, but not less real for that.
They stay in my mind, these beautiful people,
or anyway people beautiful to me, of which
there are so many. You, and you, and you,
whom I had the fortune to meet, or maybe
missed. Love, love, love, it was the
core of my life, from which, of course, comes
the word for the heart. And, oh, have I mentioned
that some of them were men and some were women
and some-- now carry my revelation with you--
were trees. Or places. Or music flying above
the names of their makers. Or clouds, or the sun
which was the first, and the best, the most
loyal for certain, who looked so faithfully into
my eyes, every morning. So I imagine
such love of the world-- its fervency, its shining,
its innocence and hunger to give of itself--I imagine
this is how it began.

mary oliver, "on love"

today begins my demiworldtour2009. travel-days always begin with a mix of excitement, and sadness for what i'm leaving behind. silly as it sounds, sometimes i don't want to walk out the door.

this song feels like my heart's narrator. and the video? perfection (i can't get enough of it, regardless of it's terrible audio quality; download the song from the link above to hear "home" in all it's glory).

Man, oh man, you’re my best friend, I scream it to the nothingness
There ain’t nothin’ that I need

Well, hot & heavy, pumpkin pie, chocolate candy, Jesus Christ
There ain’t nothin’ please me more than you

this song has been on repeat for me for over a week now.

it's a beautiful, beautiful thing to wake up in the morning, groggily getting ready for another day (struggling due to allergies, a pinched nerve, and a little too much wine the night before), and have the person you share a bed with ask, "is there anything i can do for you to make your day great?"

sweetness.

happy 2003.

i had a beautiful first day of the new year. i hope it dictates the tempo and mood for the year to come. . . if so, i'm quite the lucky girl.

new year's eve: came home from work and sasha had planned a surprise. she brought two mysterious containers with us in the car, and drove to rollins college. night had fallen, and i knew well enough where we were going. we parked, and she told me to open the containers. she had made strawberry shortcake for us both. she then told me the surprise: she wanted to sit with me on The Tree this time [note: when we had first met, i took her to rollins to see my favorite tree in florida. the whole school is beautiful, but there is this amazing area behind the art gallery that faces a lake. The Tree is there. it's a wide, old oak that curves low to the ground, perfect for climbing and sitting. when i took her there, well over a year ago now, she was too self conscious to climb with me. instead, i gazed down at her and we both watched the wind blow through the trees. it has become something of a landmark for us and our relationship.]. it ended up being too dark to properly go climbing, but it was such a beautiful gesture. instead, we ate our strawberry shortcake and watched the ripples in the lake. it was lovely.

we went out to dinner at chilis, then home. babsi never called [or never left a message], so i assume she made other new year's plans. we got ready to go out [i decided that, even though i was working, i was going to dress up nicely] and left for work.

southern was very slow--compared to last year, or other special events. i think the rain had something to do wit it.

midnight hit--i got an amazing kiss from sasha, and the first of three kamikazi's [delightfully was never more than just tipsy]. talked to lillian and james and michael...three people i feel lucky to have spent new year's with...

except, of course, for...the highlight of 2003 [ha]: spending new years with b tv actor john stamos.

you have to wonder about a guy who spends new year's eve in a gay bar in orlando florida without his wife dressed like a bum. but hey. he's people who know people. or so i'm told.