Married & Moved

And pregnant too.

Strange days. Foreign deja vu's. Tired.
I'm so homesick; I just wanna cry... for Europe.
I'm feeling safe these days and reasonably happy too.
Whadda year, whadda year.

And somehow, I drift along, contently, smiling at the shallow, shimmering reflections, playing the hand I now hold dear, and ignoring the depths I know endlessly exist within me... I wanna stay right here in this raft, floating, but still I cannot resist peeking over the edge occationally and remembering what magic looks like without sea legs...

Meanwhile, I can hardly wait to inhale the fragrance of heaven in my newborn baby's skin.

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The smile that flickers on baby's lips when he sleeps— does anybody know where it was born? Yes, there is a rumor that a young pale beam of a crescent moon touched the edge of a vanishing autumn cloud, and there the smile was first born in the dream of a dew-washed morning.
--Rabindranath Tagore, Gitanjali, 1912

Today

This made me cry...

[from PostSecret]

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"War is, at first, the hope that one will be better off;
next, the expectation that the other fellow will be worse off;
then, the satisfaction that he isn't any better off;
and, finally, the surprise at everyone's being worse off."
--Karl Kraus