My point is a wandering one at best.

Today is the kind of day to make you forget the bad ones.

People can be like that too, you know.

People whose hearts have the expanse of the ocean within; whose words are like fairy dust. They shimmer and glow, leaving a trace of magic in the air long after their sounds have ceased to echo in the atmosphere.

And they build you up. Incredibly. Almost ridiculously, talking to you about being more like the great wall of china and less like the small, broken stepping stone someone used to get to some terrible place he wanted to go, I guess. But there’s the way that someone else keeps talking about the great wall of china, and how you’re like that. Lasting through the years, eternal. Even strong. And you can’t help it; he’s talking about it so much, that you start to see yourself in his words too. Like the best kind of mirror, I guess.

And it’s the kind of thing that makes you grateful to god for not granting that prayer you said not too long ago. The one about leaving this earth, the one about trying to just please. Get. Away.

And it’s the kind of thing that makes you start to believe in reincarnation. Or something. Maybe just redemption. As if anyone should ever belittle a powerful word like redemption with putting ‘just’ right before it. Still, i thought I died. And then–well, now–I’m so very alive. Every day is so full with so much to see and wonder and listen to and laugh about and be in awe of. And yes, I realize that was a preposition that ended that sentence, but sometimes I just don’t wanna sound like Thurston Howell III from Gilligan’s Island. Sometimes I just wanna talk and prepositions happen, even at the end of sentences. But please realize I am aware of the situation and that I am choosing to do it and it’s not like I’m saying, “Where you AT?” so maybe we can all relax about it cause, really, it could be a lot worse.

But enought about prepositions.

Because oh! Shane and I were singing some songs to a dear friend of his the other day and he started telling her how sad it is that Americans insist on such sameness. Cause it’s killing the animals, you see. Apparently we’re supposed to have lots of different kinds of grasses under our feet, but you don’t find much of that here and it’s actually a matter of life and death. Well, for the animals, anyway. But when that happens, you have to wonder: how long till it happens to us?

Unless of course we’re talking about the SPCA.
I hope, anyway.

But Shane’s lovely friend, she responded quite matter of factly, “Well I can’t think of anything more boring than a lawn!”

And it struck me as hilarious and it quickly became my favorite quote that I’ve heard in quite some time.

So for the sake of keeping things interesting, as well as keeping our animals good and alive, let’s work on variations of vegetation.

And I’m not sure what my point is other than love, and people, and humor, and lawns, and the sweetest little breeze that is keeping my hair from deciding which way to lay right now.

But isn’t all of that at least some of the point most of the time, anyway?