One of the most powerful wellsprings of creative energy, outstanding accomplishment, and self-fulfillment seems to be falling in love with something — your dream, your image of the future. ~ E. Paul Torrance
The rolling green mountains of Tennessee via my cousin Christian. Yes! We will have to venture into that wilderness! Thank you love and see you soon :).
Rick. Rick. Rick. I’m going to find you as soon as my eyes are dry and I’m fully composed. Okay. Wait. Is this you? From the Psych department? If it is, I’m thrilled to see that you completed the “process” and are employed in your discipline! Congratulations! A rare feat!
When forty winters shall beseige thy brow,
And dig deep trenches in thy beauty’s field,
Thy youth’s proud livery, so gazed on now,
Will be a tatter’d weed, of small worth held:
Then being ask’d where all thy beauty lies,
Where all the treasure of thy lusty days;
To say, within thine own deep-sunken eyes,
Were an all-eating shame and thriftless praise.
How much more praise deserved thy beauty’s use,
If thou couldst answer ‘This fair child of mine
Shall sum my count and make my old excuse,’
Proving [her] beauty by succession thine!
This were to be new made when thou art old,
And see thy blood warm when thou feel’st it cold.