I don't remember to do it often enough, but I really enjoy looking at the search terms that lead people to my blog. Sometimes they are bizarre, sometimes they are totally expected. But they always make me wonder about the person on the other end of the link. Who was typing those words? What were they really looking for? Were they happy or sad?
So I thought I'd share a some search terms people used in the last 24 hours that ended up bringing them to my blog:
a little l will get weekend or weekday to love at home
huh? I feel the urge to make up a little story about this.
lucille clifton libation poem
now that one makes sense - I posted this when it was read from the TED stage by Chris Abani
pain and more pain where are you going with my love grief good by my love
That one hits me in a funny way that I can't really describe. This is from another poem read at TED, this one by...I can't remember her name, Helen something, but she was talking about love. I'll look it up in a minute but right now I need to stay with this poem. Here it is:
Fires run through my body --
the pain of loving you.
Pain runs through my body with the fires of my love for you.
Sickness wanders my body with my love for you.
Pain like a boil about to burst with my love for you.
Consumed by fire with my love for you.
I remember what you said to me.
I am thinking of your love for me.
I am torn by your love for me.
Pain and more pain.
Where are you going with my love?
I'm told you will go from here.
I am told you will leave me here.
My body is numb with grief.
Remember what I've said, my love.
Goodbye, my love, goodbye.
-anonymous Kwakiutl Indian poem
Fischer. It was Helen Fischer.
I remember tears in my eyes when she read this, but so much of poetry is like that cliche about never stepping into the same river twice, and the river certainly feels different this time.
tomato farm monorail
I had to click on the google search link to see what else this pulled up. I assumed it was linking back to this post, a review of an amazing dinner at California Grill. I was amused by Google's question: "Did you mean tomato farm montreal?" Yes, that's what they meant, I'm sure. Makes sooooo much more sense. (Now I see that link brings up 2 restaurant reviews from that trip.)
BCBG brown dress
This brought up images from a post of some BCBG dresses I bought in the spring, though neither were brown. Amazingly, I waited a long time to wear them - one I wore last week and the other I packed to wear here in case we had to go anywhere requiring dressing up. No need- I've worn flip flops the entire time I've been here in Trini.
Random fact about me - I love BCBG dresses because more often than not, they have pockets. You, dear reader, have no idea how that would make my mother smile if she knew that. She would always talk about how she knew she was in for trouble with me when I refused to go to nursery school until our seamstress* made me a dress with two pockets. (Yes, we had a seamstress. Two actually. But this was the early 1970s in the Philippines and everyone on base had a seamstress. It was kind of the expected thing to support the local economy by providing jobs.)