Comments on: Training Exercise #24: Celebration! http://www.verbhounds.com/training-exercise-24-celebration/ Subsiste sermonem statim et scribe. Mon, 06 Jun 2011 14:46:13 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.2.1 By: Lida http://www.verbhounds.com/training-exercise-24-celebration/comment-page-1/#comment-161 Lida Sat, 20 Mar 2010 18:13:36 +0000 http://www.verbhounds.com/?p=261#comment-161 Lovely Agent Rocket, I know exactly what you mean! I just experienced an instant of time that smelled like ripe bananas and lipstick! Lovely Agent Rocket, I know exactly what you mean! I just experienced an instant of time that smelled like ripe bananas and lipstick!

]]> By: Agent Rocket http://www.verbhounds.com/training-exercise-24-celebration/comment-page-1/#comment-157 Agent Rocket Sat, 20 Mar 2010 04:37:52 +0000 http://www.verbhounds.com/?p=261#comment-157 I am celebrating the passing of an illness (both mental and physical) that has stolen much time away from me. I have time again, and though it does still slip away, it does not sift as fast as it once did, when my addled, over-prescribed mind could not sense its overpowering beauty. Now I relish the taste of it--and did you know time has a smell? It smells like paprika sometimes, and also like the forest floor, pungent, gritty, all rotting hopes and dreams, death, with rebirth budding beneath ageless soil. I celebrate by savoring a moment and then letting twenty moments fly by. And yes, by enjoying pie. It spirals around me, tosses me. It flees. I may yet catch it. I am celebrating the passing of an illness (both mental and physical) that has stolen much time away from me. I have time again, and though it does still slip away, it does not sift as fast as it once did, when my addled, over-prescribed mind could not sense its overpowering beauty. Now I relish the taste of it–and did you know time has a smell? It smells like paprika sometimes, and also like the forest floor, pungent, gritty, all rotting hopes and dreams, death, with rebirth budding beneath ageless soil.

I celebrate by savoring a moment and then letting twenty moments fly by. And yes, by enjoying pie. It spirals around me, tosses me. It flees. I may yet catch it.

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