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This elephant makes me happy. 
This elephant makes me happy. 
This elephant makes me happy. 

This elephant makes me happy. 

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COPLAS DE POR LA MUERTE DE SU PADRE

DON JORGE MANRIQUE 

1477 

I

 Recuerde el alma dormida, 

avive el seso e despierte 
  contemplando 
cómo se passa la vida, 
cómo se viene la muerte 
  tan callando; 
  cuán presto se va el plazer, 
cómo, después de acordado, 
  da dolor; 
cómo, a nuestro parescer, 
cualquiere tiempo passado 
  fue mejor.

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Business cards for the WomanStats Project.
Business cards for the WomanStats Project.

Business cards for the WomanStats Project.

The rays of happiness, like those of light, are colorless when unbroken.
Henry Longfellow

Another weekend. Carlitos turned 7 and had a party at a water park next to the beach. San Juan. Those bananas (guineos) come from my in-laws’ property. That’s why they’re still on the branch! I am in awe of how much food just grows here. 

The weekend. A taekwondo belt ceremony in Patillas, seafood with the whole family in somewhere close to Patillas. 

These are the guest book cards that I designed for our reception in Utah. My favorite detail is probably the icon of the Salt Lake Temple. Nona put the book together with envelopes. I am so grateful. I love it! And I love opening the book and reading our loved ones’ well-wishes and advice.

Starlings in Winter - This endless summer

Chunky and noisy,
but with stars in their black feathers,
they spring from the telephone wire
and instantly

they are acrobats
in the freezing wind.
And now, in the theater of air,
they swing over buildings,

dipping and rising;
they float like one stippled star
that opens,
becomes for a moment fragmented,

then closes again;
and you watch
and you try
but you simply can’t imagine

how they do it
with no articulated instruction, no pause,
only the silent confirmation
that they are this notable thing,

this wheel of many parts, that can rise and spin
over and over again,
full of gorgeous life.

Ah, world, what lessons you prepare for us,
even in the leafless winter,
even in the ashy city.
I am thinking now
of grief, and of getting past it;

I feel my boots
trying to leave the ground,
I feel my heart
pumping hard. I want

to think again of dangerous and noble things.
I want to be light and frolicsome.
I want to be improbable beautiful and afraid of nothing,
as though I had wings.

From: Owls and Other Fantasies: Poems and Essays
Copyright ©: Mary Oliver

In the land of endless summer, I feel no fall.

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