an ode to environmental salve and feeling alive

I am in love and I'm not talking about my wasteful infatuations with boys or marriage or even compromise. But I will be and am quite delighted to be entwined for a long long time with Seattle. I want to pick up where I left off and land in one of these market booths. I'll sell Oleander's herbs or my words, lotion or cookies or apples or something, anything. I'll throw in touches of feminism for free. This place has been calling my name for years. My head is as light a feather. The canker-sores along my heart have dissolved. The energy is alive and true and well.

"a precious human life"
by, his holiness, fourteenth dalai lama

every day, think as you wake up, today I am fortunate to have woken up. I am alive. I have a precious human life. I am not going to waste it. I am going to use all my energies to develop myself to expand my heart out to others, to acheive enlightenment for the benefit of all beings. I am going to have kind thoughts toward others. I am not going to get angry or think badly about others. I am going to benefit others as much as I can.