Thanks to Enya's "May It Be." It was playing on my iTunes while I was grading papers, and so in the middle of reading a compare/contrast essay about basketball and wrestling, I begin thinking about this song.

When I hear this song, I am always transported to the Lord of the Rings movies. And for me, that is just a lovely place to be.

So I was curious, and looked up the lyrics for this song. Here's what I got...

May it be an evening star
Shines down upon you
May it be when darkness falls
Your heart will be true
You walk a lonely road
Oh! How far you are from home

Mornie utúlië (darkness has come)
Believe and you will find your way
Mornie alantië (darkness has fallen)
A promise lives within you now

May it be the shadows call
Will fly away
May it be you journey on
To light the day
When the night is overcome
You may rise to find the sun

Mornie utúlië (darkness has come)
Believe and you will find your way
Mornie alantië (darkness has fallen)
A promise lives within you now

A promise lives within you now

These lyrics almost make me cry and I don't know why. (Poet at work)
I love the line "Believe and you will find your way." But, believe in what? Believe in yourself? Believe in the Divine? For me - both. Myself, because that is one thing I truly have control over and the Divine, because everything they do/are in this world has a reason. If I allow myself to be tuned into what the universe tells me - I will find my way. This comes home for me after contemplating the changes that have come about in my relationship with my husband. I don't think it's some random chance that led me here to Blogstream, to the people I have met here, to my decision to follow the advice of those same people...currently bringing me to the level of peace and contentment I am beginning to feel. I am believing and I am finding my way.

Another line I love is the very last one. "A promise lives within you now." What does that mean? Of course, there is no absolute answer. It's different for everyone. As long as we are alive, we are something. We are capable of something. To me, that is very comforting. What is my promise? To write the next Great American Novel? To have another child? To teach forever? Who knows? But, I love knowing it's there. It's there if I believe.

It just reminds me that none of us are alone. Even if we are "alone", we aren't. Not really.

It makes me want to stick around this planet and find out what the universe tells me next. How will it send me its next message? Through another Enya song? Hmmmm...

So, this morning, I was able to fit into and button of pair of Old Navy cargo pants that I hadn't been able to squeeze into for about...oh, the last five months.

YAY!

Nothing big, but made my day.

Posting this for posterity.

-Halloween 2006 Roll Call-

Spencer (7): pirate (because he wants to say "Arrrrrgh! Scurvy! all night long)

Kirby (5): Ballerina (every year since her birth has been some ballerina-fairy-princess variation/combination...sheesh!)

Elliot (2): Lion (complete with growl on command)

Brent: Clown (the old standby)

Me: Your standard Valley Girl...circa 1984

Looking forward to lots of chocolate tonight!

So, I am a fan of period dresses and costumes, particularly the Renaissance and Regency periods.

But I've never purchased anything...till today! I bid on and won this little number on eBay.

My P&P dress

Get me some authentic Regency undergarments, shoes, and long white gloves...and look out, Jane Austen!

Imagine: My house last night. Romeo and Juliet was done in a way the Bard would have never imagined.

I probably shouldn't go into too much detail...otherwise I'll have to change the category under which my blog fits (Random Thoughts to Adult)!

However, I must give credit to that certain someone (et al.) who gave me this idea. I made a list yesterday of 50 goals I wanted to achieve with my husband and idea #1 was to read Shakespeare aloud with him. So that is where I began.

The kids were in bed last night by 8:30, and I told Brent I had a great idea for a bedtime activity (he was VERY receptive). So, when we got in bed, I told him I wanted to read the famous balcony scene from "Romeo and Juliet." We read through it once just to get the feel...then we read it again, with emotion and gestures. We tried to keep in mind that these were two, love-struck, hormonal teenagers declaring their love for each other. The second reading took us much longer, naturally, because of all the kissing we were doing.

I will pause here to admit that I really get off on kissing. I mean, REALLY.

Anyway, we both readily knew that we would be doing an "extended" version of the balcony scene. We had worked ourselves up into quite a frenzy...after we'd finished reading, we kept going...and going.

So imagine clothes being flung about, a fair bit of rolling around our queen-size bed, and me finally ending up on top. Of course, don't forget this was our first time doing it since B's vasectomy.

Big smiles for a Monday morning.