There's so much I want to write about, and I have to go get ready to teach. So I will do my best, and then scamper. :-)
Today I want to write about joy and growth, and happiness, and LOVE. I've been reading Hafiz (and re-reading Rumi) today, and have remembered some other old 'friends'... Peter McWilliams (poems) and Hugh Prather (prose).
See, when I was in late high school, I was over-the-moon in love with someone, (as many 17-year-olds often are). My parents were separating (after constantly fighting), and was a time of turmoil in the house of my blood-family. But when I was with him I was no longer trapped in that -- I could separate myself from all that pain, and see a way out, a future. In this new relationship, we shared a lot of love and joy. I grew, and I learned, I lived and I loved. And, as way to get to know each other better, he and I traded music, books, and authors. He introduced me to Led Zepplin, Credence Clearwater Revival, Jimi Hendrix and Stevie Ray Vaughn (thank you, Russ!), as well as giving me a reintroduction to Robert Heinlein and Richard Bach. *insert-big-grin-here* I'd remembered Jonathan Livingston Seagull from having seen it on my parents' bookshelves as a kid.... but I re-read it, and loved it all over again.( Collapse )