Stare.
It is the way
to educate
your eye,
and more.

Stare, pry,
listen, and
eavesdrop.

Die knowing
something.

You are not,
here long.

~Walker Evans

In case you missed it, I had a birthday this week. In case I wasn’t eloquent enough, I am grateful.

• Life has become less and less about things, and more and more about experiences
• I am ferociously in love
• I am surrounded by beautiful, caring, compassionate people – even though most are separated from me by miles and oceans
• I want more music in my life
• We’re about to embark again and we’re ready; locked and loaded Reed style
• Windows that open in hotel rooms are magical
• I adore any and all of you that associate me with a mythical, magical being
• Coconut water may have allowed me to see my 42nd birthday
  
• I am solar-powered
  
• There needs to be more spoken word and poetry around me
• There will never again be settling
• I do not like lazy; I love life
• I ate bread and I did not perish
• Being next to a winner is almost as awesome as being one. Almost…
• He says his job in this relationship is to keep me smiling. Everything else will fall into place
• While judgement and snarkiness has its place, meanness and bitterness needs to depart my space
  
• That the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse
  

There is simply not enough gratitude. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Stare, pry, listen, and eavesdrop every single day…