planes and farewells and poesy

this morning cj travels again to the philippines for work.
boo.

last night we had mexican for dinner.
milk and cookies for dessert.
and watched a movie. "bright star."
so sweet. so bitter.

i said my airport goodbyes to ceej and gave him kisses,
and then watched him run away as we were running late.

so. for my morning yoga practice i moved to the words
of john keats.
i listened to the smooth british accent speak of
phoenix wings, saturn's neck, honey wild, faerie stories, and this living hand.
my breath rose and fell.
my arms rose and fell.
my heart opened and stretched.
my breath rose and fell.

"o thou whose face hath felt the winter's wind,
whose eye has seen the snow clouds hung in mist,
and the black-elm tops 'mong the freezing stars,
to thee the spring will be harvest-time.
o thou whose only book has been the light
of supreme darkness which thou feddest on
night after night, when Phoebus was away,
to thee the spring shall be a tripple morn.
o fret not after knowledge--i have none,
and yet my song comes native with the warmth;
o fret not after knowledge--i have none,
and yet the evening listens. he who saddens
at thought of idleness cannot be idle,
and he's awake who thinks himself asleep."
-j keats

hope your day is full of poesy.