They’re saying it may actually hit 100 degrees here in Portland today. No, thank you. The heat and the fact that I have a running-induced stress fracture are gong to keep me home bound this weekend. Sounds worse than it is, considering how much time I can kill/fill (half empty/half full) with crafting, blogging, and pinteresting (copyright, me, just now).
So, I think I’ll hide in my cave and do some bloggin’. And while I’m bloggin’, I’m taking a little trip back to the 80s by listening to early REM. Remember how awesome REM was back then?
Oh, Michael’s lips! And hair! Remember You Are the Everything . . .
. . . She is so beautiful, She is so young and old
I look at her and I see the beauty of the light of music
The voices talking somewhere in the house late spring
And you’re drifting of to sleep with your teeth in your mouth
You are here with me, you are here with me
You have been here, and you are everything . . .
I don’t know what it means, but it’s stunning. I think that’s really the definition of poetry – it’s a higher language that doesn’t have to be remotely literal. It just transmits sensation and emotion directly to your brain – no translation required.
Anyway, back to handmade themes . . .
My birthday was in July, and after some very effective hint dropping, Mr. Old Soul rose to the occasion with some lovely prezzies: