6/20/11

What does it mean to be grown-up?

How do you know when you're there? Is it directing a play? Directing two plays? How about two at once? Is it learning to grocery shop? Enjoying a salad in the evening along with a gently spiked glass of lemonade? Is it falling in love?

Perhaps it is when you stop identifying with the young people. (Or start identifying with the old people) Perhaps it is recognising how terribly sad and gorgeous is the tale of Peter Pan. Is it learning to say 'yes' or learning to say 'no?'

Or does being grown-up lie in not being one? In looking outward and letting the inward work itself out? Does it hinge on appearances or necessitate the unimportance of appearances? Does it mean not needing - or admitting how much you need?

uncharted territory

this has been such an interesting summer.
i have been getting into so many things i've never done before.
and i think i have no idea what i'm doing.
but i'm ok with that.



"Yet, He that hath the steerage of my course,
direct my sail..."

song of the day

It's a little bit funny this feeling inside
I'm not one of those who can easily hide
I don't have much money but boy if I did
I'd buy a big house where we both could live

If I was a sculptor, but then again, no
Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show
I know it's not much but it's the best I can do
My gift is my song and this one's for you

And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world

I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss
Well a few of the verses well they've got me quite cross
But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song
It's for people like you that keep it turned on

So excuse me forgetting but these things I do
You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue
Anyway the thing is what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen