DAMN DIRTY HIPPIES

Grace says:
liz introduced me to edward sharpe and the magnetic zeros
LOVE

WILLTHING says:
damn dirty f*&%ing hippy music
lol
i wish i'd never have seen them. just listened to them. their unkeptness ruined it for me

Grace says:
lol
what
seriously

WILLTHING says:
i'm beyond serious

Grace says:
LISTEN
NOT WATCH

WILLTHING says:
drugged out hippies

Grace says:
WHATEVER
I HATE YOU
YOU SUCK

WILLTHING says:
i can't get it out of my head! haha

Grace says:
LOL

WILLTHING says:
i don't like hippies

Grace says:
I THOUGHT YOU WERE A HIPPIE

WILLTHING says:
shit no!

Grace says:
whatever will
it's good stuff and you know it

WILLTHING says:
it is....i like the home song.

Grace says:
so what is different about them compared to other musicians
they're all hippies
at least the good ones

WILLTHING says:
lol
interpretive i suppose

Later that day-

Grace says:
i actually think edward sharpe is somewhat attractive

WILLTHING says:
i do not
but thankfully, i'm ok with that

Grace says:
so what is it? im intrigued by this? because he doesn't bathe every day?

WILLTHING says:
he's on drugs.
heavy ones.
he's unkept.
he's a HIPPY
a damn. dirty. hippy.

CHILDREN

Recently a dear friend introduced me to Kahlil Gibran. My mother always says, "I am yours, but you are not mine." As I struggle and revel in being a momma, this poem sings to me.

On Children
Kahlil Gibran

Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.