I dunno. Just "hey," I guess. I felt like doing something;writing to someone.
The little fan is on my floor, blowing on me. It reminds me of the summer nights in Cali, we didn't have AC. I'm listening to "Shut Your Eyes" by Snow Patrol...for the third time. I love that song. "Shut your eyes and think of somewhere, somewhere cold and caked with snow." I love that line; I find the cold extremely restful (hence the little fan). Whenever it is crowded, I wish that I was someplace silent and cold. For me, "crowded" can mean there are two other people in the house, not always, but sometimes. I am an introvert. If you know me any at all (I'm playing the song again) you know that I am an introvert. Even if you don't know what an introvert is. I am very shy, and for that reason alone, I am not big on being around lots of people. But being around most people just makes me completely exhausted. I find social gatherings stressful. Especially if something is not going smoothly. The tiniest conflict, of any kind, I cannot stand, if there are people around. (I'm playing the song again.) That is why I like being alone; nothing can go wrong. And if it does, it is really ok. Life can seem so very bad at times. That was random, sorry. Don't get me wrong, here. The people I enjoy being with, I really, really, really enjoy being with. The most awesome times I've ever had, I've been with people. But I do delight in the tranquility (wow, I spelled that right first try ) of solitude.
The song ended. I'd love to stay and talk to you, but I think I'd better go.
Thanks for listening.
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Bodiam Castle, England
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I wish to wander,
I wish to roam:
By forest and meadow,
Silver and emerald,
By tree and field,
Lovely and bright.
Many a place I'd like to see,
Many a place I long go:
By village and brook ,
Small and fair,
By castle and river,
Noble and grand.
I wish to wander,
I wish to roam,
For many a place I long to see.
~ Sileas MacNab
I wish to roam:
By forest and meadow,
Silver and emerald,
By tree and field,
Lovely and bright.
Many a place I'd like to see,
Many a place I long go:
By village and brook ,
Small and fair,
By castle and river,
Noble and grand.
I wish to wander,
I wish to roam,
For many a place I long to see.
~ Sileas MacNab
Bodiam Castle, England
The Brook
By: Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892)
I come from haunts of coot and hern,
I make a sudden sally,
And sparkle out among the fern,
To bicker down a valley.
By thirty hills I hurry down,
Or slip between the ridges,
By twenty thorps, a little town,
And half a hundred bridges.
Till last by Philip's farm I flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on forever.
I chatter over stony ways,
In little sharps and trebles,
I bubble into eddying bays,
I babble on the pebbles.
With many a curve my banks I fret
by many a field and fallow,
And many a fairy foreland set
With willow-weed and mallow.
I chatter, chatter, as I flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on forever.
I wind about, and in and out,
with here a blossom sailing,
And here and there a lusty trout,
And here and there a grayling,
And here and there a foamy flake
Upon me, as I travel
With many a silver water-break
Above the golden gravel,
And draw them all along, and flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on forever.
I steal by lawns and grassy plots,
I slide by hazel covers;
I move the sweet forget-me-nots
That grow for happy lovers.
I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance,
Among my skimming swallows;
I make the netted sunbeam dance
Against my sandy shallows.
I murmur under moon and stars
In brambly wildernesses;
I linger by my shingly bars;
I loiter round my cresses;
And out again I curve and flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on forever.
By: Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892)
I come from haunts of coot and hern,
I make a sudden sally,
And sparkle out among the fern,
To bicker down a valley.
By thirty hills I hurry down,
Or slip between the ridges,
By twenty thorps, a little town,
And half a hundred bridges.
Till last by Philip's farm I flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on forever.
I chatter over stony ways,
In little sharps and trebles,
I bubble into eddying bays,
I babble on the pebbles.
With many a curve my banks I fret
by many a field and fallow,
And many a fairy foreland set
With willow-weed and mallow.
I chatter, chatter, as I flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on forever.
I wind about, and in and out,
with here a blossom sailing,
And here and there a lusty trout,
And here and there a grayling,
And here and there a foamy flake
Upon me, as I travel
With many a silver water-break
Above the golden gravel,
And draw them all along, and flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on forever.
I steal by lawns and grassy plots,
I slide by hazel covers;
I move the sweet forget-me-nots
That grow for happy lovers.
I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance,
Among my skimming swallows;
I make the netted sunbeam dance
Against my sandy shallows.
I murmur under moon and stars
In brambly wildernesses;
I linger by my shingly bars;
I loiter round my cresses;
And out again I curve and flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on forever.
Photo : Bruno Monginoux / www.Landscape-Photo.net (cc-by-nc-nd)
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2 comments:
Julie, I feel the same way....social gatherings are exhausting and stressful, even if it is people I know and love. So, I spend as much quiet and alone time as I am able, letting the peace of it seep into my heart.
Anne
:) I've been working on trying to find peace in social gatherings, but I just don't seem to be able too.
Next time you are here for Thanksgiving, and you notice me gone, I am probably by myself enjoying family being here. :)
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