The Beauty of Air – Vol. 5

In lieu of a witty introduction this week, I’ll open and close with the simple understated beauty of air. That which we take for granted nearly every waking moment, until we have too much of it, or, conversely, not enough. We’re always hustling, always bustling, always on the go go go. Just stop.

Stop for a moment and breathe. Count to ten, center yourself. Breathe in, breathe out. Notice that air–that precious life-giving air–flow in, and then feel yourself let it go, let it all go, let everything else fall away, just for a few moments. Then remember: Remember there is so much beauty in the world; Remember to breathe; Remember there is beauty all around you; Remember the beauty of air.

Precious gratitude extended to Mae from A Small Press Life and to WC from Who Could Know Then for kindly allowing us to share their beautiful words with you. Mae’s blog is a bookworm and word lover’s paradise, complete with cookies!, and WC has the very special talent for combining poetry and prose with musical inspiration — a poet after my own heart and an instant friend. My thanks to both again. Have a nice week everyone. Don’t forget to remember. Just breathe… ~christy

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“Listen–are you breathing just a little, and calling it a life?” ~ Mary Oliver, West Wind

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“It was one of those days when it’s a minute away from snowing and there’s this electricity in the air, you can almost hear it. Right? And this bag was just dancing with me. Like a little kid begging me to play with it. For fifteen minutes. That’s the day I realized that there was this entire life behind things, and this incredibly benevolent force that wanted me to know there was no reason to be afraid, ever. Video’s a poor excuse, I know. But it helps me remember… I need to remember… Sometimes there’s so much beauty in the world, I feel like I can’t take it, and my heart is just going to cave in.” ~ From Ricky Fitts’s character in American Beauty, written by Alan Ball. (video)

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“I got a feeling I just can’t shake
I got a feeling that just won’t go away
You’ve got to just keep on pushing, keep on pushing and
Push the sky away

And if you feel you got everything you came for
If you got everything and you don’t want no more
You’ve got to just keep on pushing, keep on pushing and
Push the sky away”

“Push the Sky Away” by Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds on Push the Sky Away (video)

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“I want to tear myself from this place, from this reality, rise up like a cloud and float away, melt into this humid summer night and dissolve somewhere far, over the hills. But I am here, my legs blocks of concrete, my lungs empty of air, my throat burning. There will be no floating away.” ~ Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner

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“Until I feared I would lose it, I never loved to read. One does not love breathing.” ~ Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird

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“Laura felt a warmth inside her. It was very small, but it was strong. It was steady, like a tiny light in the dark, and it burned very low but no winds could make it flicker because it would not give up.” ~ Laura Ingalls Wilder, The Long Winter

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“Adversity is like a strong wind. I don’t mean just that it holds us back from places we might otherwise go. It also tears away from us all but the things that cannot be torn, so that afterward we see ourselves as we really are, and not merely as we might like to be.” ~ Arthur Golden, Memoirs of a Geisha

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“I should tell you first that when the wind blows,
I feel wild joy, and when the settling leaves
restructure the street, I feel untied
because my sickness is of the sort
that is unphysical: the shape of wind.
And my sickness is of the sort
that is unseeable: the color of wind.”

~ from “Upon His Manifestation of Sickness” by Christine Hartzler

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“Love me, love me, love me, say you do
Let me fly away with you
For my love is like the wind
And wild is the wind

Give me more than one caress
Satisfy this hungriness
Let the wind blow through your heart
For wild is the wind

You touch me
I hear the sound of mandolins
You kiss me
With your kiss my life begins
You’re spring to me
All things to me

Don’t you know you’re life itself
Like a leaf clings to a tree
Oh my darling, cling to me
For we’re creatures of the wind
And wild is the wind
So wild is the wind”

“Wild is the Wind” (video) by Nina Simone on Wild is the Wind

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 “I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like to be that unnoticed and that necessary.” ~ from “Variations on the Word Sleep” by Margaret Atwood

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“Then love shook my heart like the wind that falls on
oaks in the mountains.”

Sappho, from The Poetry of Sappho, trans. Jim Powell

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Waterhouse, John William. Boreas. 1903. Oil on canvas. Private collection.

“To him she seemed so beautiful, so seductive, so different from ordinary people, that he could not understand why no one was as disturbed as he by the clicking of her heels on the paving stones, why no one else’s heart was wild with the breeze stirred by the sighs of her veils, why everyone did not go mad with the movements of her braid, the flight of her hands, the gold of her laughter. He had not missed a single one of her gestures, not one of the indications of her character, but he did not dare approach her for fear of destroying the spell.” ~ Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera

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“When they’re together, it’s like putting a hurricane and a tornado in the same room – you can feel the tension. I didn’t believe in the cliché of soul mates until I saw them together.” ~ Tarryn Fisher, Dirty Red

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“I felt very still and empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo.”  ~ Sylvia PlathThe Bell Jar

“I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.” ~ Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

“I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, “This is what it is to be happy.” ~ Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

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~ “Between Two Lungs” by Florence and the Machine on Lungs

Between two lungs it was released
The breath that carried me
The sigh that blew me forward

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“But you make me aware of breathing,
of the awesome fact
that each particle of air
has been taken at least once
into every lung.
Suddenly I have no boundaries
and to kiss you seems to drink up the sky”

~ “Offering” by Sonnet L’Abbé

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From song

From “Round Here” by Counting Crows

“Step out the front door like a ghost
into the fog where no one notices
the contrast of white on white.
And in between the moon and you
the angels get a better view
of the crumbling difference between wrong and right.
I walk in the air between the rain
through myself and back again
Where? I don’t know
Maria says she’s dying
through the door I hear her crying
Why? I don’t know”

“Round Here” by Counting Crows on August & Everything After

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“On one dark winter day when the wind was blowing violently outside, people were talking in a room. Then, a bird entered the room through one window and flew out of it through another window. Where did the bird come from and where did it go? The people in the room agreed that human life was exactly like that.” ~ Kitaro Nishida

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It is finally autumn. Ecstatic autumn! Leaves are swirling and twirling and leaping about with Bacchanalian satisfaction. They are throwing a street party to end all street parties. Death is near, but until then it is a wicked celebration 24/7. Their orange, gold, and dark red forms flee rakes and tumble out of bags. They fall from trees to dance in the gutters and under the bodies of dirty cars. Leaves, so joyous, loll about in moments of repose, only to be bruised and trampled under dogs’ feet or sat upon by careless children. Death is near, and they know it: until then, they will dance on the wind.

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It is finally autumn. Ecstatic autumn! In the late afternoon I take my place: curtains open, cup of tea in hand, elbow on windowsill.The sun sets early, beyond the white and dove grey apartment house across the street. The sky is relentlessly pale, diluted even in twilight to a bleak rose or chalky orange: bold colours are too busy dressing the leaves to have anything to spare. It’s their yearly dying wish, one cannot blame them. We have four seasons, they have less. As the masses of crisp leaves move and heave they give off a sound like the cawing of crows. Duncan barks and noses the pane, desperate to be loosed with apocalyptic fervor on these unknown fiends. Death is near, and they know it: until then, they will dance on the wind. The sights and smells are fleeting, of this and every other season. Dogs dream of chasing leaves, but will settle for a bone. As for me, I will drink down my tea and write some elegiac words instead.

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It is finally autumn. Ecstatic autumn! Leaves are swirling and twirling and leaping about with Bacchanalian satisfaction. They are throwing a street party to end all street parties. Death is near, but until then it is a wicked celebration 24/7. Their orange, gold, and dark red forms flee rakes and tumble out of bags. They fall from trees to dance in the gutters and under the bodies of dirty cars. Leaves, so joyous, loll about in moments of repose, only to be bruised and trampled under dogs’ feet or sat upon by careless children. Death is near, and they know it: until then, they will dance on the wind.

~ “[Intermezzo] It is Finally Autumn. Ecstatic Autumn!” by Maedez. Originally published on A Small Press Life and reprinted with the very generous permission of Maedez. Thank you, Mae!

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“For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?” ~ Kahlil Gibran

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the bird of Love

by who could known then

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Love needs air to breath,
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and Love needs Trust to survive.
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birds need wings to fly….

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i learned to let go
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and love her with open arms.
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the nest… calls us Home.

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to Christina and C.K. for their inspirational
post Let Go, Jump In, Love Wide Open ty.

~ “the bird of Love” by Who Could Know Then. Originally published on Who Could Know Then and reprinted with the very generous permission of Who Could Know Then — Thank you WC, we’re honored to have helped inspire your beautiful poem and to share it here.

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“One day an old poem is carried away by the wind. Its poet is relieved, now he won’t have to be nice to it anymore.” ~ Russell Edson

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and with a wink to Kristen at byebyebeer and her brilliant post “Squirrel Safety

I Remember Galileo

by Gerald Stern

I remember Galileo describing mind
as a piece of paper blown around by the wind,
and I loved the sight of it sticking to a tree
or jumping into the back seat of a car,
and for years I watched paper leap through my cities;
but yesterday I saw the mind was a squirrel caught crossing
Route 80 between the wheels of a giant truck,
dancing back and forth like a thin leaf,
or a frightened string, for only two seconds living
on the white concrete before he got away,
his life shortened by all that terror, his head
jerking, his yellow teeth gowned down to dust.

It was the speed of the squirrel and his lowness to the ground,
his great purpose and the alertness of his dancing,
that showed me the difference between him and paper.
Paper will do in theory, when there is time
to sit back in a metal chair and study shadows;
but for this life I need a squirrel,
his clawed feet spread, his whole soul quivering,
the hot wind rushing through his hair,
the loud noise shaking him from head to tail
O philosophic mind, O mind of paper, I need a squirrel
finishing his wild dash across the highway,
rushing up his green ungoverned hillside.

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Ted: Now what?
Bill: I dunno. Philosophize with him!
Ted: “All we are is dust in the wind,” dude.
Bill: Dust . . . Wind.
Ted: Dude.

From Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure (video)

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“You are standing in the sky. When we think of the sky, we tend to look up, but the sky actually begins at the earth. We walk through it, yell into it, rake leaves, wash the dog, and drive cars in it. We breathe it deep within us. With every breath, we inhale millions of molecules of sky, heat them briefly, and then exhale them back into the world.” ~ Diane Ackerman

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Closing scene from Forrest Gump (video) featuring music by Alan Silvestri, “Forrest Gump Suite” (soundtrack).

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This week’s themed music playlist via YouTube:

39 comments

  1. Today is my Grandpa’s memorial. There are many words from this post I’ll take with me today but my favorite has to be Bill and Ted’s. Dust…wind…dude.

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    1. The tree of life has many branches
      its roots deep, and strong, and entwined
      even when it loses its leaves
      its roots still grow–
      ever stronger–
      preparing
      for its next season
      though we may not see it with our eyes
      if we try
      we will see it with our hearts
      and when we look in the mirror
      then
      we will see it with our eyes
      in our eyes
      and our blood.

      Dust.
      Wind.
      Love.
      Dude.

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  2. I’m so very glad to see you here on Words for the Weekend, Christina. The time and effort and thoughtfulness in creating these weekly posts is, in itself, like a sonnet. Thank you for the reminder to just “breathe”!

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    1. Likewise, Colleen, it’s so nice to be seen and to see you too.

      I’m so glad you enjoy these posts. As a fellow word lover, you know that I get as much out of them as I hope each reader does — maybe (probably) more! Words and music are therapy to me, and after a very hectic couple of weeks, this post was a meditative reminder for me to focus, to stop, to just “breathe.”

      Be sure to check out Mae’s blog, if you haven’t already. I have a feeling you especially will adore her work. She recently posted about the gift of two books from the 1850’s, wow!. So here’s a question for you: the smell of fresh baked cookies or the smell of a vintage book? Hmmmmm… (sometimes the answer is in the question itself, LOL)

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      1. Ha! Beat you to it – I’ve already been over and put her on my follow list! I’m loving her stuff – need to comment, yet. Thanks for bringing her (and others) to “Words”.
        Now, are you really going to make me choose? I’d say it depends on what I’m craving in the moment 🙂

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        1. How about a plate of cookies WHILE reading? 🙂

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  3. whiteladyinthehood · ·

    I always come here and find something to make me smile, feel subdued at times and also inspired, today was no different.

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    1. Awwww, thank you my friend! You deserve lots and lots of smiles, so glad I could send one your way.
      Next time you step outside and feel the breeze against your cheek–stop, breathe, and smile.
      🙂
      Christy

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  4. Hollies air that breath. Great song.

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    1. I agree, that’s just a fun feel-good song, thank you! I added it to this week’s playlist.

      For some reason, I think this is a special song for Sherry (Oh For the Love of Me) — wedding, anniversary? I’ll have to ask her tomorrow, I could be dreaming, but man, this makes me think of Sherry.

      Thanks, Graham, appreciate it!

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  5. […] It is Finally Autumn. Ecstatic Autumn! is featured on Words for the Weekend’s The Beauty of Air-Vol. 5. I love both the concept and the execution of this blog, and am chuffed to be included-and amongst […]

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  6. Thank you so much for including my piece. This is such an extraordinary collection of inspiring words and raw creativity. Everything is so fantastically curated. That takes real skill. Major kudos! Now I doubly wish I could give you a cookie.

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    1. Wow, that’s really nice of you to say, thank you, Mae.

      And truly, your piece was such a catalyst for this week, so thank you. The changing seasons have had me feeling ‘the weight of air’ lately, but I didn’t want to go too heavy or melancholy; while your Intermezzo captured that ‘weight,’ it equally captured the joy of living in the moment (eat, drink and be merry; for tomorrow we die), of dancing in the wind, of, well, the beauty of air. You reminded me of the dancing bag scene from American Beauty, and then the rest floated, like Forrest Gump’s feather, right into place. Thank you for the spark.

      I’m baking gingerbread cookies tomorrow! So I will eat two (ok, fine, four, five) and think of you. 🙂

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      1. You are quite welcome.

        Thank you so much for your lovely words. I had no idea that my Intermezzo piece was a catalyst for this. I am completely awed and at a loss for words by your fine compliments, so I will just leave it at a from-the-heart thank you.

        I love gingerbread! I had planned on making a gingerbread cake in a couple of weeks, but now I am not sure I can wait that long! I hope you enjoyed your cookies.

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  7. Laura Ingalls Wilder….sigh. You just successfully whisked me back to my freezing cold upstairs north bedroom (frost inside the windows) where I’d hide under the musty black quilt and devour The Little House on the Prairie books one by one. I think I’ll go back and read them again–I doubt I had the appreciation of her talent at 9 years old. Sigh…

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    1. Hopefully this time you can read sans window frost, M. 🙂

      Some of our childhood books were beautifully written, weren’t they? I marvel now over the simple eloquence and wit of Silverstein and Dr. Seuss — and back then I just thought they were funny.

      But each book then was another brick in the solid foundation that was (and is) love of reading and the written word.

      Always a joy to see you, Christy

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      1. Hi Christy,
        Truly, we must be kindred sisters. A very insightful eigth grade teacher introduced me to Shel Silverstein. He read, “Where the Sidewalk Ends” everday without fail during the first semester.
        Now I read it to my own 8th grade son as part of our day-end ritual. I know Shel is helping me create memories with my tough football player/wrestler/masculine dude when we talk about “And all the colors I am inside have not been invented yet.”
        xc

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        1. xc?
          Yeah. Don’t know what that is. I love WordPress remnants…they make my life interesting and full of typos 🙂 Seems like something Shel would have enjoyed!

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        2. Oh how I love that you read Shel with your football playing son. Shel would have loved that too! He wrote the very funny song “A Boy Named Sue” for Johnny Cash, you and your son may get a kick over it.

          My favorite Shel book is actually The Missing Piece Meets the Big O, about realizing we are complete as we are–we don’t need someone else to make us whole. It’s a fantastic story for all ages.

          And I love xc. I sign my comments that way sometimes as x,c (love, christy) So I figured that’s what you were doing to me, like an xc,m (love christy, michelle). Which I know sounds really funny now that I type it out, but so be it, I have a feeling you’ll understand.

          xc or maybe xm,c ? 🙂

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  8. I get how that squirrel feels. I like how the things you post are of such variety that it supports all sides in a way that doesn’t feel contradictory at all but just feels right. Like yeah, breathe in and take in the beauty but also don’t pause in the middle of the highway. It’s a lovely medley, as always and it always calms and soothes me. xo

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    1. Haha, yes, stop and smell the roses, just don’t do it in the middle of the freeway. Very wise words, K. And wear your acorn helmet–(squirrel) safety first! 🙂

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  9. Another well crafted set.

    But no “She’s Like The Wind” from Patrick Swayze???

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    1. Alas, no. Just too painful.

      The memories, not the song. Or maybe it’s the other way around?

      (Good to see you, hope you’re having a nice mini-break.)

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  10. The feather ending for Forest Gump is one of my favorite songs ever. When I play it on the piano, it never ceases to make me sigh. I love it. Great post once again, Christy, and I will try to treasure each breath this busy week. Talk to you later.

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    1. That piece just gives me the warm fuzzies, like wrapping up in a soft chenille throw with a mug of hot chocolate. I love that you play it on the piano, it would make me sigh too.

      Busy week for you Momma. Breathe and stay in the joy of each moment. And by all means, enjoy that cake!

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  11. hi Christina and CK, well you might have out done your last post, if that’s even possible. there was just so much here to ponder and remember especially the passage from American Beauty and thiese sentences:
    ‘Sometimes there’s so much beauty in the world.,
    I feel like I can’t take it,and my heart is just going to cave in.’

    i remember hearing that for the first time, and it just blew my mind. i have been feeling that sensation reverberate through my body and soul since i was very young. i never told anyone, even as an adult until i saw that movie and heard those lines. it was such a profound validation at the time and that remains one of my all time favorite movies.

    i’m not quite sure what to say, seeing my little poem printed here among these incredible words…it’s awfully humbling that you’ve included it in this post, ty so much. and here’s another song titled ‘Shine’,,it’s not terribly well known, but it always puts a smile in my heart..

    just a wonderful post, ty for all the inspiration,
    so sorry this is late. Love and Hugs to you both!

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    1. Hi WC! Your poem was so beautiful and it fit perfectly with Christy’s air post! 🙂 I’m going to have to admit something – I’ve never seen American Beauty, so this post was the first I’ve heard (well, seen really!) them. I understand perfectly what you mean by feeling just that from a young age though, I did too. I used to go out to the woods as a little girl and lay under the trees to watch the sunlight flicker through the leaves because I felt it was the most beautiful thing, especially in the fall when the leaves were all different colors. I won’t even lie, I still do it 😀

      I loved the song, thank you very much for sharing it! No need to apologize for being late, there’s no late here – it’s why we only do one a week, so you can browse at your leisure. We’re always happy to have you here whenever you get here 🙂 Love and hugs back to you!

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      1. You never saw American Beauty??? Dear lord woman, Kevin Spacey alone is worth the price of admission.

        Now, don’t be misled, it’s not a “let’s sit here and look at bags dancing and think about how wonderful life is” type of movie. It’s ugly and gritty and dark and exposes the dark side of humanity — and yet. And yet, there is this beauty that exists behind everything. There can be joy and gratitude in the ugliest of lives and actions. And, Kevin Spacey RULES. (pun intended, but you have to see the movie to understand that.)

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        1. Fine, I admit I judged it based on the name, so I didn’t watch it. I figured it was another annoyingly happy ending teenager movie lol I know, I know, that was bad of me 😉 I will proceed to watch the movie posthaste!

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          1. Right after you wrote about judging and labels, too. LOL. I’m guilty of this too though. Of judging books by their covers (literally) — even though I try not to. I’m reading a book on writing by a lady written in the 1930’s on Kindle. I guess some publisher thought it would be a good idea to stick a 20’s something guy sprawled out on his back with a book in his hand as the cover art. It would be like sticking Homer Simpson on the cover of an Emily Dickinson anthology–how would you ever know?

            That probably doesn’t make any sense, but maybe it does to you. LOL. Anyway, yes, watch the movie. I’ll watch it again too. You, me and WC can have movie night together 🙂

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      2. CK, i din’t blame you for still laying out in the woods to watch the sunlight through the leaves, what a gift to yourself! heck, if there were woods around here, i’d do it too. lol! glad to hear you liked the song, they were not very well known but certainly worth a listen. there are 2 other songs on that LP, ‘XXX’, and ‘King of a Rainy Country’ you might like too.

        oh, and look at the date…it’s almost time for another weekend post!

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        1. I just so happened to take a listen to “King of a Rainy Country” per your suggestion and it just may have worked for this coming weekends theme, so I just may have made a last minute update to that playlist. Thanks for suggesting I listen to it, I did like it. 🙂

          I grew up near the water, then moved to the “mountains” after HS; watching sunlight through the leaves kind of reminds me of sunlight bouncing off water sometimes.

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    2. Hi WC, thanks for the beautiful song, I’ve never heard Liberty Horses before–1993 is right in my time era though–I seem to gravitate to a lot of 80’s and early 90’s music.

      Hope you are feeling better as this week has progressed.

      I think my favorite quote of all time is probably Kevin Spacey’s piece at the end as he reflects upon his life. I have it on my Running on Sober About page as the one that best sums up my life:

      “I guess I could be pretty pissed off about what happened to me
      but it’s hard to stay mad when there’s so much beauty in the world.
      Sometimes I feel like I’m seeing it all at once, and it’s too much,
      my heart fills up like a balloon that’s about to burst…

      and then I remember to relax,
      and stop trying to hold on to it,
      and then it flows through me like rain
      and I can’t feel anything but gratitude
      for every single moment
      of my stupid little life…

      You have no idea what I’m talking about, I’m sure.
      But don’t worry.

      You will someday.”

      I know not everyone ‘gets’ that feeling, you know? But like Kevin says, “don’t worry, you will someday.” It makes me feel less crazy.

      Love and hugs to you too (well maybe just love if you are still sick with the flu, LOL), Christy

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      1. no, i don’t imagine everyone ‘gets’ it either, and honestly there are times when it is so overwhelming i thank the Goddess i’m an artist and have creative outlets, that absorbed energy needs to be released!

        Christy, with all these references to American Beauty, i think i need to see it again. that quote you printed was so perfectly written and delivered by Spacey, it still takes my breath away each time i watch him.

        hey, no scrimping on the Hugs, i’m not contagious anymore! lol!

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  12. Oh my gosh, so many great quotes from amazing books/film! I definitely learned to appreciate air after getting altitude sickness while hiking in the Rockies… yikes. It was like delicious life after that.

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    1. That’s definitely a “yikes”! A friend of mine got it just coming to visit here from the city (I’m in NY – between the Catskills and Adirondacks, not so high compared to the Rockies!), which I didn’t even think was a possibility for this area. I would imagine one would develope a much deeper appreciation for oxygen after something like that! “Delicious life” is a fabulous way of describing air, Aussa!

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  13. It’s hard to find a certain place in an uncertain world. So that’s what these small pieces of beauty are all about, right? A bag swirling, a mess of words tumbling, the right song at the wrong time. I’m still figuring it out, but I’m thankful to have the chance to figure things out. I want to be a brat about life, greedy and always wanting for more of it. Selfishly.
    Your posts are Tupelo waterfalls, C. And I love the drench. And thanks. Much.

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    1. Hey Cayman, you’ve been missed, good to see you…

      Funny, I JUST shared this in a comment to WC, but it sums up your words beautifully (“I’m still figuring it out…”) so thought I’d share the quote (my favorite, also from American Beauty):

      “I guess I could be pretty pissed off about what happened to me
      but it’s hard to stay mad when there’s so much beauty in the world.
      Sometimes I feel like I’m seeing it all at once, and it’s too much,
      my heart fills up like a balloon that’s about to burst…

      and then I remember to relax,
      and stop trying to hold on to it,
      and then it flows through me like rain
      and I can’t feel anything but gratitude
      for every single moment
      of my stupid little life…

      You have no idea what I’m talking about, I’m sure.
      But don’t worry.

      You will someday.”

      And speaking of waterfalls … Stop by tomorrow, my dear. Jennie is posting about Water. (We’re doing the elements.) You’ll love the soaking and crashing waves of her word selections.

      And gratitude. Much.

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  14. Christina, I’m late in the game. I’m trying to catch up. I loved this post. The opening reminded me that to breathe is truly spiritual (I am), and you’re right — we so often take it for granted. I learned that spiritual stems from the word “spirit” which comes from the Latin spiritus. It is a translation of the Greek pneuma, meaning “breath.”

    I also loved the section on Autumn, my favorite season. Crisp, cool air. Ahhhh. The Forrest Gump tune is one of my favorites, and I haven’t heard the Holly’s in eons. Such a great tune, too. Thank you for brightening my weekend.

    Much love coming your way ‘in spirit’. ღ

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