lots of christmas recaps coming your way soon. but right now I am busy dancing around the house with my dog to Florence & the Machine on the record player.
the lovely and oh-so-talented Joy posted this original poem of hers to her blog last week. my love for it was immediate and my adoration for her only grew...
The wee hours... They belong to the mothers They belong to the lovers They belong to the lonely who stare at tv sets They belong to the loved who leave one in bed for sunrises and cigarettes The wee hours, yes, they belong to the babes They belong to the writers, to the mourners, to the ghosts out of their graves.
Listen to the crickets. Listen to the moon. Is she comforting to you-- or does she arrive too soon? She speaks not to me, but perhaps you hear the sound. Does she whisper or sing? Is she quiet or loud?
To me, she is cold and distant and blue Unless she is low and enormous and gold when she shines like that, I could swallow her up
I'd let her sink deep down into my gut and glow If I glowed like that maybe then you'd know how true is my aim how real is my path how much I am seeking how I don't want to do this alone...
The wee hours... They belong to the pray-ers They belong to the dreamers They belong to the hopeless who stare blankly into mirrors They belong to the angels who stare back with fire and rescue The wee hours, yes, they belong to the shamed The prowlers can prowl and the gamblers can game But the wee hours belong to the weeping and brave.
The sunlight will come and make a new start Though, before one can start, one must make resolve It's the moonlight, my dear, that stirs up your heart.
Let her dance in, but remember in the morn That you promised and vowed and swore the night before That you'd make a new start when the moon disappeared... Well, the new sun is coming! She's coming! Almost here...
-bethany joy galeotti
{this photo I stumbled upon on pinterest reminded me of joy's poem....
lights still on from the night before...
the stillness in the air before the stirring begins and the day settles in....
and holding onto the promises from the night before}.
I also just entered Joy's holiday giveaway with this holiday hiaku:
sparkles from the sky happiness inside our hearts magic in the air
are y'all watching hart of dixie? i am and i love it. it's not the best writing on the planet, and it's not even the best acting on the planet {though has gotten progressively better since the pilot}, but it's rachel bilson you guys. it's rachel bilson.
and i freakingloveit!
i caught this little ditty from the lumineers on an episode not long ago and fell in looooooooove.
listen to its perfectness. just do it.
"i belong with you, you belong with me, you're my sweetheart... ho.... hey..."
where do i begin? we saw bon iver in concert. as in live. on saturday. there really are no words to describe this event. or the pounding in my chest. or the goosebumps that covered my body. of the emotions that flooded through my heart. there really just aren't a n y.
it was one of the most remarkable nights of my life
and i will never forget it. or sharing it with my husband.
the rest of the weekend consisted of finishing up christmas shopping (only two gifts left to get!), a little bit of wrapping, pretty pictures, sleeping in, love actually, a lot of hot cocoa, and lovely new ornaments sent from across the seas {thank you Sharni!}
{and thank you darling Micaela for hosting the exchange!!}
sleeping in | finishing christmas shopping online | wrapping presents for under the tree | dancing to our favorite records | chocolate croissants | pajamas | rain hitting the windows | napping with guinness | coke in glass bottles | making gift tags | leftover chinese food | christmas-scented candles | watching movies that i adore | the shadows from the christmas lights | re-organizing itunes | catching up with photo meditations | going out to dinner for seafood pasta with friends | and singing karaoke with mixed drinks and great friends until the wee hours of morning...
what is about saturday's that make me feel the most like me?