Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings

Marta, if you see this, I have tried over and over to post a comment on your blog... but with no luck. Here's what I was going to say today (though I had slightly different things to say for the past week or so):

Trying this again... I don't know if it's the new beta version (which I am guessing you switched to because i see post tags), but I have been having trouble posting comments.

Anyway! I'm so glad that you are feeling very positive this cycle, and in general. TCM is great. I'm in love with all of Chinese culutre, and this is a great part of it. Keep up with it!

And as always, fingers crossed!

I'm so glad that it is Friday. This has been a long week... although the days have flown by, each one has been so tiring that it has seemed like it should be later in the week. Plus very late nights on Monday and Wednesday. This weekend I hope to get some relaxing in.


Another poem, I told you it would come.
I do apologize if you aren't a poetry kind of person... feel free to skip this last bit (but these are really fun and playful, and short!)!

MY BEARD

Shel Silverstein

My beard grows to my toes,
I never wears no clothes,
I wraps my hair
Around my bare,
And down the road I goes.

and one more, same author... also short:

Forgotten Language

Once I spoke the language of the flowers,
Once I understood each word the caterpillar said,
Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings,
And shared a conversation with the housefly
in my bed.
Once I heard and answered all the questions
of the crickets,
And joined the crying of each falling dying
flake of snow,
Once I spoke the language of the flowers. . . .
How did it go?
How did it go?