Today is the first day of the challenge! And I am ready! "They" say that laughter springs from the deep wells of our tragedies. THAT'S PERFECT! Because I am a walking-breathing MELO-DRAMAGEDY! (I derive great pleasure from finding meaning in self-made words!) I have barely just squeezed myself out of the darkness of the "Little Penguin" ---I have been lost & delirious ---home-wise, work-wise, love-wise and spiritual-wise...(funny, cause I don't feel so wise.) - OUCH! But I'M back, and SHE'S got a vengeance! (insert more melodrama and schizophrenia please!) So, before I get dirty plumbing my depths, I will plant my optimistic seeds...errrr something!
I love the sound of my running shoes shifting shapes in the gravel. I love how a weeping willow tree holds me in secrecy. I love the taste of juicy green olives. I love running beside the water. I love the sound of rummaging through my pencil case. I love campfires. I love camp songs. I love happy campers. I love tulips. I love the colours red, orange, purple and pink. I love the numbers 1, 3, 5, 7, 11, 22, and 33. I love Toronto. I love that I come from a small town with good people. I love sparkly lip gloss. I love chewing gum. I love candle light. I love ginger tea. I love the poetry of e.e. cummings and Pablo Neruda. I love Maryl Streep's ability to reveal. I love Ani DiFranco's ability to educate AND entertain. I love Drew Barrymore's sultry sexiness. I love the connection between E.T. and Elliott. I love the smell of Nag Champa incense. I love how my body feels after Yoga. I love the smell of fall leaves. I love raking the leaves. I love vacuuming. I love mowing the lawn. I love writing in the morning. I love Sundays. I love small black box theatres and independent theatre companies. I love spoken word performances. I love dream interpretations. I love painting. I love receiving art as a gift. I love people who share their talents selflessly. I love words that begin with T. I love belly dancing. I love hip-hop. I love mixed cds. I love how sad songs can rock my soul. I love connecting with people on multiple levels. I love being intuitive. I love Shakespeare's "Twelfth Night". I love the dramatic writings of Daniel MacIvor, Neil Labute, Karen Hines, Claudia Dey, Tom Coatsworth, Jennifer Grant and Crystal Dumitru. I love the poetry and prose of my past/present/future sweethearts. I love massages. I love flirting. I love inspiring young people. I love teaching. I love learning. I love curiosity. I love that I have Celtic roots. I love the NOW magazine. I love my mother's garden. I love the gardener that promises to plant me a vegetable garden. I love laughing. I love comedians. I love that I am doing a documentary with my brother and Jenn about becoming a comedian. I love how scary that is. I love being scared. I love salmon. I love chocolate. I love avocados. I love almonds. I love corn on the cob. I love juicy steak. I love self-describing as JUICY! I love old photo albums. I love people who need to tilt their head back when they laugh. I love thank you cards. I love blogging. I love telling the truth. I love heartfelt hugs. I love the shape of hearts, stars and crowns. I love kissing. I love the six degrees of separation game. I love movies. I love furniture that has been passed down through the family. I love being a red-headed woodpecker. I love stories and tale spinners. I love dangly earrings and chunky rings. I love lying on a blanket in the park, listening/watching/learning. I love the beach. I love climbing. I love breathing in synchronous rhythms with another. I love spooning. I love coffee. I love ice-cream. I love to be loved. I love knowing the time. I love mix-matching. I love being inspired by someones words. I love bookstores. I love ponds, creeks, rivers, lakes, and oceans. I love the marsh. I love cattails. I love privacy. I love sold-out audiences. I love standing ovations. I love dinner parties. I love the moon. I love the sun. I love the setting and the rising. I love the ebb and flow. I love the stars. I love the earth. I love my name. I love God. I love the Goddess. I love triangles and things that happen in 3's even if they are perceived as bad at the time. I love practising non-judgment. I love self-awareness. I love my family. I love my friends. I love taking care of people. I love being taken care of. I love mornings. I love fresh starts. I love competition. I love danger. I love thrills. I love wild abandon. I love buttons. I love jars. I love mirrors. I love the light. I love the dark. I love organization. I love schedules. I love making plans. I love spontaneity. I love weekend getaways. I love dictionaries. I love books that inspire me to write. I love my guitar. I love my never-ending belief that I will learn how to play it. I love living alone. I love cooking. I love the alphabet driving game. I love Guesstures and Taboo. I love clothes trading parties. I love making people laugh. I love being touched physically, intellectually and emotionally. I love LOVE.
Peace, Love and Clapter! (when you fiercely clap your hands in front of your mouth as you laugh loud and hysterically!)
xoT.
7 comments:
I LOVE this post. It instantly takes me back, reminds me of your huge light.
Love loves you like the hidden moment that precedes laughter, which bathes your morning writing like rolling, graceful waves.
May these rhythms greet you from the sea that fills every quirky inlet and outlet of your youness.
Benevolent enchantress, kindly pour us a tiny drop of pure distilled essence of all that you love, fear and loathe into a series of shared moments: laughs, stories, antics, rebuking hecklers and raising up revellers with line after line sequenced with an adept tongue and vocals vibrating.
Bring us home with punch line after fearless, amazingly funny, gut splitting punch-line. Let us sample on many small orgasmic appetizers building to the last huge collective roar and release.
Leave us tongue tied and breathless with the afterglow of hearts beating and souls resonating.
Yeah-us, Amen, Hallejuah!
Baby...you ARE Love! And I love you! This post reminded me of all the things I love and that I often forget in hustle and bustle of this crazy life. You moved my soul once again and brought happy tears to my eyes. I miss you so damn much...but that's one thing I'll never forget. What a great journey you are on!
Hey Tara!
All the best with all your wonderful goals! I loved your love post. The rummaging in the pencil case made me smile--yeah--it's kinda like when someone played with your hair in the gym at school!
Actually, your love article is poetry.
Query: Why "cruelly?" You're pretty gentle!
Great energy--love you lots!
A
This post is amazing.
Gives me that warm tingle.
Or maybe that was the Steamwhistles we drank earlier.
Either way, there's a good chance I'm stealing this idea and making my very own LOVE post.
booya.
another thing that I love about you is that you TELL THE TRUTH!
and by all means...do the LOVE post...it's very affirming...errr something!
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