words

I am seeing words lately. A big plan is hatching in my head and I cannot think of anything else. I will update you as soon as I find words to say them. Meantime, it rained yesterday while I was at work - sucky!!! I was hoping to veg out today while the day rages wetfully and gray - but no such luck. The sun won. It is sunny today - and you know, I just can't sit on my ass when it is so pretty like that.
Maybe I will work on my gifts for the twins who celebrate their birthday
tomorrow. Check them wipe out the cake in this picture.

Just

Sometimes one's own words are not enough. Here, once again, I let Emily Dickinson speaks...

AFTER PAIN - Emily Dickinson.

After great pain, a formal feeling comes —

The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs —

The stiff Heart questions was it He, that bore,

And Yesterday, or Centuries before?

The Feet, mechanical, go round —

Of Ground, or Air, or Ought

A Wooden wayRegardless grown,

A Quartz contentment, like a stone —

This is the Hour of Lead —

Remembered, if outlived,

As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow —

First — Chill — then Stupor — then the letting go —.