To Pablo, my Chilean love
It's hard to read Neruda
and not fall in love,
hard to not fall in love
with somebody,
something,
a god or goddess
or just the life around you
or maybe some poet long-dead.
I fell in love
with a certain dark thing
somewhere
and I've been searching for it
elsewhere
ever since.
I imagine I'll find it
when I stumble upon someone else
searching
for the same thing.
It was easy to read
revolucion
living darkly beneath my surface.
It didn't even take
cien sonnatas
to unearth it.
It was
aquí.
It was
dentro de nosotros.
It was
you
and he
and I
all along.
It would seem that Christmas time is nearly upon us. I love December. All the cool people are born then. Don Johnson, Walt Disney, some dude named Mark, a girl named Sunnie, Me, Jesus... Seriously. It's a month for awesome people.
And my brother, who has been in Miami since August, is coming home! I've actually kinda missed him. It's amazing how much better we get along when we no longer live in the same house - let alone state.
I'm just happy it's finally cold out. I love warm weather as much as the next person, but there's just something about the cold that makes me feel alive. It's also a great excuse to find a comfy spot and read a book. There's something to be said about the feeling one gets when finishing a novel in one sitting. :)
As far as gift giving goes, I'm taking the advice of www.adventconspiracy.org and conserving money. Instead of buy pricey gifts, I bought lots of yarn. I'll be using my extensive old-lady knitting and crocheting skills to *make* gifts instead this year. The money I save will be going to a Christian charity. I don't know which one yet.
Well, I'll update as the holiday season progresses.
God bless,
Sarah
