:)

[greenstorm]

The snow is so great. I shovelled a walk for the first time ever today. It only made it more slippery, but hey.

For The Boy, some Van Morrison.

http://s15.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=1U8QSY5B3QC152WKE9C7P17JRN
http://s15.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=2911OMKZLSDOT3MHUOIJNCSMVH
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I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
Then magnificently we will float into the mystic

and

I'm in heaven, I'm in heaven
I'm in heaven, when you smile
When you smile, when you smile
When you smile.
And when you walk
Across the road
You make my heart go
Boom-boom-boom
Let it all hang out
Baby, let it all hang out

Comments

[greenstorm.livejournal.com]

I don't feel a presence so much as... hrm. I feel that things are holy, important, special, whatever. And I find that the more I learn not to connect it with anything, but just enjoy it, the happier I am.

[bthomasac.livejournal.com]

Fair enough. I certainly think many things are special. But I have too much of the pedantic philosopher within me to call myself religious unless I can connect that thing with an objective force or being as opposed to simply metaphorical sympathy and "hobgoblins of the mind."

[greenstorm.livejournal.com]

Ah. Having discarded as much concept of 'objective' as possible, I'm happy to let myself babble at myself without too many distinctions.