It's so crazy how many butterflies have been fluttering around in my stomach this past weekend. Even Darwin would be impressed.
The Diva butterfly flew around for a bit before I performed (again) songs I barely knew the words too. My favorite piece of the evening was My Favorite Things (hence the Coltran post below). I felt like a Maria on jazz crack.
And THEN parasite butterflies. Yes yes, I got parasites. It was glorious. Grand. My new best friends those pesky parasites. Have I mentioned that I love sarcasm?
And then the love butterflies of being in love with a 4 year old named Kendy. We baked some brownies for Feast last night and he paused his bowl-licking to tell me that he wants a chocolate cake for his 5th birthday. His birthday is in November. I pretended to go to the bathroom so I could cry.
So all these butterflies, heart aches, kicking and screaming, "i don't wanna go don't make me go", sick of teaching attitudes suck... but then I remember when 7 year old Miguel pulled a box cutter out in art class and started swinging it around and how in my broken spanish I somehow managed to pull it out of his hands without getting myself or other children stabbed and suddenly, going home doesn't seem so scary.
There's absolutely no link between this song and this post. I just like the song.
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"Yet those who journey in the garden land of knowledge, because they see the end in the beginning, see peace in war and friendliness in anger."
ReplyDelete"Joy gives us wings! In times of joy our strength is more vital, our intellect keener, and our understanding less clouded. We seem better able to cope with the world and to find our sphere of usefulness. But when sadness visits us we become weak, our strength leaves us, our comprehension is dim and our intelligence veiled. The actualities of life seem to elude our grasp, the eyes of our spirits fail to discover the sacred mysteries, and we become even as dead beings."
See your end and aim for it. Be joyful. Easier said then done, but you seek true joy. The question then is... what is true joy?