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| Alumni Row Fall 2011 |
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| Alumni Row Fall 2011 |
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| Just another beautiful day in the neighborhood |
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| Practice: amazing grace |
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| Practice: grey days |
Monday, November 28, 2011
Tiny Little Boat
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Some adventures of 2011
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| Hiking in Albania July 2011 |
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| Disney Magic Moment May 2011 |
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| Group from Albania Study Abroad Course |
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| Four awesome character attendants! |
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| Jason and Me- Fish Lake Fall 2011 |
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| Albania |
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| Me and the Boss Man! Mickey Mouse!!!!!! |
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Las Vegas Lights
Dim the lights in Las Vegas baby
'cause all my boys are going going gone.
A lifetime ago they played among those stars
now they sing and dance above them.
The rain goes tap tap tap
on the window pane
and my body moves in rhythm
to the Start of the Blues.
Notes wrap around me,
their voices fill the air,
a smile lands on my lips
I know 'cause I can feel it there.
My dreams are on parade
and champagne sparkles in my glass;
all the world is shining.
And although, I know,
those lights may not dim for me,
baby, I will dance my way through the stars
where we will all laugh and join in
the party maybe just maybe.
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Thursday, June 2, 2011
The way back...and spider cannibalism.
Well, I made it back to Ohio from Florida and have been back for a little over a week. I didn't end up getting a car but I was able to road trip back with a girl that lived across the hall from me. It was awesome. Turns out that we use to race against each other in college; oh the irony. Let me tell you about the kind of people we are...on the way North we relaxed in the grass at a rest stop in Georgia, memorized the presidents in order by number and randomly shouted out numbers to pop quiz each other, almost ended up sleeping in the car in a parking lot in Corbin Kentucky (we managed to get into the country in; score!) and read aloud from a book called "homework for grown ups". It was great. We are also now contemplating writing a children's book together 'cause we both have some great ideas. So, in short the ride back was quite an adventure! After a few days of being home I finally made it out to a family member's property to go fishing. Not having the heart to bait a hook I opted to take out the canoe on their lake. I am truly blessed to have such an awesome family. But the point is that I flipped the canoe over to take it out on the water and of course after being turned down for so long it was full of miniature life such as ants, those little rolly polly lots of legs bugs and spiders. I am not bothered by any of this so I get what I can of them safely on the shore and then set out on the water. There were of course all sorts of mini life still working their way out of under the seats of the canoe and I noticed that there was a dead spider that fell out of somewhere and I remember thinking "Awe, poor little guy...thus is the course of life I guess". So, I continued to make my little circles and figure eights and other meditative motions through the water. Finally, I sat and put the paddle across the gunwales in front of me so I could observe my family on shore fishing and running around. My cousin's children who are two, five and six were fishing with my cousin's fiance...well, the littlest thought he was fishing, he had a little baby fishing pole with no line hook or sinker, which was adorable. My Aunt was in the gazebo rocking back and forth on the swing. My mom and sister were fishing and my cousin (who trains fighters and such) was helping them fish. My uncle was inside the house, probably relaxing, drinking wine and watching some sort of sports game. Everyone was happy and I could still feel the camp fire on my skin and its smell imbibed in my clothes. Everything about that one moment in that little green canoe was perfect. Something has to give right? I glanced down into my little canoe which delivered to me my moment of perfection and saw a rather horrific and perfectly natural scene, the circle of life if you will. The little spider that I thought was playing dead was being paralyzed, drug and later devoured by a bigger black spider, I was devastated into just sitting there. What was I suppose to do? I have been known to jump into pools to save moths stuck on the surface of the water. Part of me wished that I would have kept my gaze on the shore. But the part of me that saw this brutal act of reality, however natural it is, as a reminder that elsewhere in the world not everyone is as blessed as I am. Was I suppose to see it? I have been meditating on both moments since they happened. Not everyone gets that fleeting moment of seeing love. Some people only know spiders. Would that spider have lived if I had not gone out in the canoe? Maybe. I still felt bad. But if I didn't take out the canoe I would not have witnessed those moments of peace that I did. In my family a scene like this needs to be cherished. I am still thinking about it and pondering it. Both the love and the spiders. I mean it wasn't an act of hate, the one spider eating the other, it was just the bitter reality of life. No matter how small it is that bitterness is still a part of life on some scale. On that day it was a subtle reminder from nature that was greatly outdone by the love on the shore. I hope to have many more days where I only witness it in this fashion.
Love, Life and Light~ Hamsa
Love, Life and Light~ Hamsa
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Color Wheels and Cupcakes
Another poem for the little ones...
The color wheel don't mean a thing to cupcakes:
Use your mind little one.
What do you see?
Purple elephants
and bright blue honey bees.
Cats can talk
and walk through walls.
That way you know you're never alone.
Your art work is famous
and hangs in great big halls.
The grass may be a rainbow
and there are fairies with butterfly wings.
Use your imagination little one
and realize the color wheel don't mean a thing.
In that place no one can tell you no
and everything exists.
Most of it you can bring to life
and you can discard the rest.
People may tell you no.
Elephants aren't purple
and honey bees can't be blue.
So they tell the color blind man he is wrong
and order him a list of things to do.
Why should he be wrong
just because he sees
things a little differently?
But be there little one, one day,
to remind him of creativity.
Tell him what you see.
In a cookie cutter world
be a cupcake with sprinkles on top.
Royalty of your own little land.
Let the cookies be boring.
Just see what you see
and know that it is yours,
the world in the palm of your hand.
Know that we love you
and support all that you do.
No matter what happens.
Any time you are down or feeling a little blue
we'll have a party on our cupcake stand
and worry not little one
we support the purple elephants too.
The color wheel don't mean a thing to cupcakes:
Use your mind little one.
What do you see?
Purple elephants
and bright blue honey bees.
Cats can talk
and walk through walls.
That way you know you're never alone.
Your art work is famous
and hangs in great big halls.
The grass may be a rainbow
and there are fairies with butterfly wings.
Use your imagination little one
and realize the color wheel don't mean a thing.
In that place no one can tell you no
and everything exists.
Most of it you can bring to life
and you can discard the rest.
People may tell you no.
Elephants aren't purple
and honey bees can't be blue.
So they tell the color blind man he is wrong
and order him a list of things to do.
Why should he be wrong
just because he sees
things a little differently?
But be there little one, one day,
to remind him of creativity.
Tell him what you see.
In a cookie cutter world
be a cupcake with sprinkles on top.
Royalty of your own little land.
Let the cookies be boring.
Just see what you see
and know that it is yours,
the world in the palm of your hand.
Know that we love you
and support all that you do.
No matter what happens.
Any time you are down or feeling a little blue
we'll have a party on our cupcake stand
and worry not little one
we support the purple elephants too.
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Little Eyes and Small Steps
I am creating a gift for my friend who is getting ready to have a baby. I am putting together a little booklet of fun small poems, illustrations, etc.
Here are the first two:
Lullabies for Little Eyes
Full was our day
so we sing our lullabies
for little eyes
so that they may slowly close
and rest their minds.
A gentle wind blows
and brings to mind exactly
what the day was like.
Busy breakfast
busy snacks and little adventures
busy as bees
sometimes like the stormy seas.
We went here
and we flew there
and sometimes we just sat to know that we be.
So as you see little eyes
you need the lullabies
so we can all go about our busy way
with each other day after day.
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Small Steps
Blink baby blink,
little eyes focus.
The first small steps to seeing.
Seeing the crayons in the box.
Scribble baby scribble,
holding the crayon in little hands.
The first small steps to moving.
Moving arms and moving legs.
Crawl baby crawl,
you, little one are getting strong.
The first small steps to standing.
Standing your ground,
hearing the sounds.
Listen baby listen,
soon enough little one the sun will rise
and you'll open your eyes.
Feet will hit the floor,
off you'll go,
taking small steps no more.
Here are the first two:
Lullabies for Little Eyes
Full was our day
so we sing our lullabies
for little eyes
so that they may slowly close
and rest their minds.
A gentle wind blows
and brings to mind exactly
what the day was like.
Busy breakfast
busy snacks and little adventures
busy as bees
sometimes like the stormy seas.
We went here
and we flew there
and sometimes we just sat to know that we be.
So as you see little eyes
you need the lullabies
so we can all go about our busy way
with each other day after day.
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Small Steps
Blink baby blink,
little eyes focus.
The first small steps to seeing.
Seeing the crayons in the box.
Scribble baby scribble,
holding the crayon in little hands.
The first small steps to moving.
Moving arms and moving legs.
Crawl baby crawl,
you, little one are getting strong.
The first small steps to standing.
Standing your ground,
hearing the sounds.
Listen baby listen,
soon enough little one the sun will rise
and you'll open your eyes.
Feet will hit the floor,
off you'll go,
taking small steps no more.
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Prayers of Night
Double shift over,
late in the evening
and apron tied behind her back.
Stove is warm
hot soup simmers
a colorful melody
brings blissful therapy
the rich spices in the air.
A moon hanging in the sky
stars held up on invisible strings
the meal is on but now for the ones she loves.
Their fortunate ignorant laughter
spills onto the coloring pages
of purple giraffes and tye dyed lions
while the voice on the television
brings more ill news.
Shutdowns, the deaf leading the blind.
Soup is in the bowl
bread is on the table
flat lived in and clothes slightly out of touch
but school seems to be going well and they have friends.
Its the best she can do for now
the careworn warmed by the happy youth
'cause they know no pain
as long as the blue stays blue
and the red stays red
to them its all the same.
Tree branches still for climbing
the sun still brings smiles
and lunches still at school
skinned knees and boogey men;
their only worries.
Their mother's perfect timing
band aids and hot soup to clear away
everyone's little troubles.
Television off for the night
kids tucked in bed.
Her prayers that tomorrow he will make things right
and the light flickers off to another restless sleep.
late in the evening
and apron tied behind her back.
Stove is warm
hot soup simmers
a colorful melody
brings blissful therapy
the rich spices in the air.
A moon hanging in the sky
stars held up on invisible strings
the meal is on but now for the ones she loves.
Their fortunate ignorant laughter
spills onto the coloring pages
of purple giraffes and tye dyed lions
while the voice on the television
brings more ill news.
Shutdowns, the deaf leading the blind.
Soup is in the bowl
bread is on the table
flat lived in and clothes slightly out of touch
but school seems to be going well and they have friends.
Its the best she can do for now
the careworn warmed by the happy youth
'cause they know no pain
as long as the blue stays blue
and the red stays red
to them its all the same.
Tree branches still for climbing
the sun still brings smiles
and lunches still at school
skinned knees and boogey men;
their only worries.
Their mother's perfect timing
band aids and hot soup to clear away
everyone's little troubles.
Television off for the night
kids tucked in bed.
Her prayers that tomorrow he will make things right
and the light flickers off to another restless sleep.
Friday, March 25, 2011
March
They've had enough,
the crowd marched by,
in their numbers a message to send.
Violence no more,
Rape never again.
Leader speaking, calling
for people to unite
and take back the night.
Followers doing their job well.
Emotions run high
through hot spring air
hinting at the heat of summer.
Wind carries their voices
into the distance.
The music from the band
a warm welcome back.
I witness from the fountain
Cheers and internal satisfaction.
Passion on Her face.
It makes Her feel like it truly matters.
The movement will go beyond the night.
The wind carrying it on.
Somewhere there is a man who batters.
He will get what is coming to him
and deserve it too.
One day she'll hear the voices
and take it no longer.
The day will dim
and she will lead the crowd
like the one that marched tonight.
Voices will be heard again.
3/24/2011
the crowd marched by,
in their numbers a message to send.
Violence no more,
Rape never again.
Leader speaking, calling
for people to unite
and take back the night.
Followers doing their job well.
Emotions run high
through hot spring air
hinting at the heat of summer.
Wind carries their voices
into the distance.
The music from the band
a warm welcome back.
I witness from the fountain
Cheers and internal satisfaction.
Passion on Her face.
It makes Her feel like it truly matters.
The movement will go beyond the night.
The wind carrying it on.
Somewhere there is a man who batters.
He will get what is coming to him
and deserve it too.
One day she'll hear the voices
and take it no longer.
The day will dim
and she will lead the crowd
like the one that marched tonight.
Voices will be heard again.
3/24/2011
Firecracker Cores
He loved his roman candles,
Jack shambled after them.
And I after him
a lifetime later.
We all shamble after each other.
Its a strange sort of dance.
Pushing, pulling, daring to see who can do more.
Much left up to chance.
Bright lights
and wandering minds
we're firecrackers at the core.
A common thread
we're seeking to roam
not knowing what we're looking for.
Truth for sure,
the passion is in our heart.
There we've always grown.
A greater ideology.
Having it all out,
making it all count,
the best that we can.
I guess that is what we're living for.
Jack shambled after them.
And I after him
a lifetime later.
We all shamble after each other.
Its a strange sort of dance.
Pushing, pulling, daring to see who can do more.
Much left up to chance.
Bright lights
and wandering minds
we're firecrackers at the core.
A common thread
we're seeking to roam
not knowing what we're looking for.
Truth for sure,
the passion is in our heart.
There we've always grown.
A greater ideology.
Having it all out,
making it all count,
the best that we can.
I guess that is what we're living for.
untitled ramblings
Paper planes fall out of the sky.
Silly boys wearing cow boy hats jump fences.
Girls teach them dances.
On the boardwalk,
in the middle of the wods,
surrounded by a town,
they flirt and set dates.
In the prime of their youth.
Cigarettes and cheap alcohol will scent the air
star dotted skies left outside.
Falling or not the youth won't care.
Their life is only about planned parties.
For now no one cries in the sunshine
but just you wait for the next morning.
3/24/2011
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Smiles fell on blind eyes
and slowly melt away
but I know you sense feel it.
Into the distance
the air thickens with pollen and heat
melting tension as it diffuses.
Petals fall away from stamens
left on the ground to whither and crinkle.
You may be able to feel it.
The pages in the book have yellowed in time
but the ink remains black in the moonlight.
None of it you can see.
The music carries its beat on,
a rhythm permeates the atmosphere,
you still have your ears.
3/24/2011
Silly boys wearing cow boy hats jump fences.
Girls teach them dances.
On the boardwalk,
in the middle of the wods,
surrounded by a town,
they flirt and set dates.
In the prime of their youth.
Cigarettes and cheap alcohol will scent the air
star dotted skies left outside.
Falling or not the youth won't care.
Their life is only about planned parties.
For now no one cries in the sunshine
but just you wait for the next morning.
3/24/2011
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Smiles fell on blind eyes
and slowly melt away
but I know you sense feel it.
Into the distance
the air thickens with pollen and heat
melting tension as it diffuses.
Petals fall away from stamens
left on the ground to whither and crinkle.
You may be able to feel it.
The pages in the book have yellowed in time
but the ink remains black in the moonlight.
None of it you can see.
The music carries its beat on,
a rhythm permeates the atmosphere,
you still have your ears.
3/24/2011
Kyoto
I'm at the Kyoto Sushi and Grill
and then I'll wander some more
and explore.
But for now the scent wafts
from the hibachi.
And people chat and throw
their heads back when they laugh.
I sit across the great window;
Red seats, Red bar, Sleek Black lines.
Journey on the radio,
takes me back to hot summer days,
makes me smile.
Everyone knows the song.
Heads bop as they sing along.
Aware of it or not,
on a bright palm tree specked spring day,
it gives me a small thrill
'cause for a hot minute
we're all singing the blues of the night
at the Kyoto Sushi and Grill.
3/24/2011
and then I'll wander some more
and explore.
But for now the scent wafts
from the hibachi.
And people chat and throw
their heads back when they laugh.
I sit across the great window;
Red seats, Red bar, Sleek Black lines.
Journey on the radio,
takes me back to hot summer days,
makes me smile.
Everyone knows the song.
Heads bop as they sing along.
Aware of it or not,
on a bright palm tree specked spring day,
it gives me a small thrill
'cause for a hot minute
we're all singing the blues of the night
at the Kyoto Sushi and Grill.
3/24/2011
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Gallery
Open us up and you'll find
something that's never changed.
Though some are newer to it
most are broken and lame.
Either way its all the same.
Caves of broken hearts.
Broken hearts for broken people
trampled y life's endeavours.
Trying to find a way back
after the safety line's been severed.
Caves of broken hearts.
After being in the dark for far too long
the light is new and painful.
After the quiet and silence's deafening battle
so too is life's song.
Caves of broken hearts.
Hearts hung up along the walls.
A silent gallery.
A museum from which we never leave the same.
Some call out
but its the echo that yells my name
in the caves of broken hearts.
something that's never changed.
Though some are newer to it
most are broken and lame.
Either way its all the same.
Caves of broken hearts.
Broken hearts for broken people
trampled y life's endeavours.
Trying to find a way back
after the safety line's been severed.
Caves of broken hearts.
After being in the dark for far too long
the light is new and painful.
After the quiet and silence's deafening battle
so too is life's song.
Caves of broken hearts.
Hearts hung up along the walls.
A silent gallery.
A museum from which we never leave the same.
Some call out
but its the echo that yells my name
in the caves of broken hearts.
Thursday, March 17, 2011
The party
Love is a crazy thing.
A horrible, beautiful, crazy thing.
An ever changing thing in us all
for better or worse.
People hope for it,
People die for it,
they give the last inch they have in their souls for it,
they live, durge and dance in its bewildering name.
Jane said dancing is the food of love.
Agreed in part.
The part that adores displays of affection;
bringing someone to a certain point,
the point where all they can do is what they know.
What comes naturally
because for that moment they cannot do anything
but the innate due to the armed seraphim's influence.
When love is true and deep there is need;
need for contradicting allies: bravery and fear.
Bravery to keep holding on no matter what
the course of time may bring.
And fear for having it end before its destined fate.
One fuels the other.
Fear driven bravery and bravery creating investment that we fear being lost.
A vicious cycle.
But when love is lost
and warm breezes are taken
by a bitter sea
The spaces created by such investments
and time are left open and bare.
We are abandoned.
Temporarily without hope.
Temporarily empty shells
of who we once were.
And Edgar said "Nevermore"
as did others.
The gaps and chasms may never be filled again.
Some love only once, only some.
Scars are formed after old wounds heal
and only the foolish remove the armor again.
Fools with too much courage
and a broken keel
letting their souls be driven by the wind.
William said mortals are fools.
Indeed.
Foolish are those who have decided to hope
for love again, find it worth dying for again,
giving inches for, living for, flying and dancing for
again and again.
True love is for fools who love music and company
and I am among the party.
A horrible, beautiful, crazy thing.
An ever changing thing in us all
for better or worse.
People hope for it,
People die for it,
they give the last inch they have in their souls for it,
they live, durge and dance in its bewildering name.
Jane said dancing is the food of love.
Agreed in part.
The part that adores displays of affection;
bringing someone to a certain point,
the point where all they can do is what they know.
What comes naturally
because for that moment they cannot do anything
but the innate due to the armed seraphim's influence.
When love is true and deep there is need;
need for contradicting allies: bravery and fear.
Bravery to keep holding on no matter what
the course of time may bring.
And fear for having it end before its destined fate.
One fuels the other.
Fear driven bravery and bravery creating investment that we fear being lost.
A vicious cycle.
But when love is lost
and warm breezes are taken
by a bitter sea
The spaces created by such investments
and time are left open and bare.
We are abandoned.
Temporarily without hope.
Temporarily empty shells
of who we once were.
And Edgar said "Nevermore"
as did others.
The gaps and chasms may never be filled again.
Some love only once, only some.
Scars are formed after old wounds heal
and only the foolish remove the armor again.
Fools with too much courage
and a broken keel
letting their souls be driven by the wind.
William said mortals are fools.
Indeed.
Foolish are those who have decided to hope
for love again, find it worth dying for again,
giving inches for, living for, flying and dancing for
again and again.
True love is for fools who love music and company
and I am among the party.
Overlooked
He says no joy without sorrow
and no sorrow without joy.
Why should I believe it?
I've seen those,
Those with no hope for tomorrow.
Whose world seems ever tainted with grey.
Should not they be the experts?
The world where nothing goes right.
and everything falls away.
Where is their break for joy?
Those who need it.
A peace of mind.
A simple smile.
A helping hand.
We are being overlooked.
Blinding is the sorrow,
opaque and tight around their eyes.
Binding and percieved,
a downward spiral,
a stairwell with no rail to grasp.
Falling.
You need only open your eyes,
look up, around and realize, if chance given,
someone loves you.
and no sorrow without joy.
Why should I believe it?
I've seen those,
Those with no hope for tomorrow.
Whose world seems ever tainted with grey.
Should not they be the experts?
The world where nothing goes right.
and everything falls away.
Where is their break for joy?
Those who need it.
A peace of mind.
A simple smile.
A helping hand.
We are being overlooked.
Blinding is the sorrow,
opaque and tight around their eyes.
Binding and percieved,
a downward spiral,
a stairwell with no rail to grasp.
Falling.
You need only open your eyes,
look up, around and realize, if chance given,
someone loves you.
A smile more sincere
The coffee drips into the pot
and it is just the beginning.
Songs come from my bedside table;
sun not yet risen,
the day is on.
Blue is the color,
that I already know.
Just like every other day
and the coffee drips into the pot.
I pull myself outta bed, time,
allowing the sleep to fall away.
Look into the mirror night still on my face.
Nothing the brew won't fix
and maybe a dash of tunes.
I'm rolling on.
Breakfast down the hatch,
hair is wet, clothes pulled on.
Frank's voice is floating in the air.
Laces tied, bag's packed.
Out the door, I'm walking on.
My seat is open and it makes me smile,
sun shines through the left side window
broken by the trees.
I settle in and the bus strolls on.
Look around me
eyes are tired and smiles weary.
Well, that'll have to change.
We know where we're going
and that the day is on.
We are to inspire and deliver
the magic they believe in.
It's the happiest place
for them in each minute of this moment.
Eyes are bright as they look up
to what they know is true.
All I can do is know
on this day
the dream I help sow
because tomorrow they wake
to face the sometimes unwelcoming
reality...smile more sincere and the day is on.
and it is just the beginning.
Songs come from my bedside table;
sun not yet risen,
the day is on.
Blue is the color,
that I already know.
Just like every other day
and the coffee drips into the pot.
I pull myself outta bed, time,
allowing the sleep to fall away.
Look into the mirror night still on my face.
Nothing the brew won't fix
and maybe a dash of tunes.
I'm rolling on.
Breakfast down the hatch,
hair is wet, clothes pulled on.
Frank's voice is floating in the air.
Laces tied, bag's packed.
Out the door, I'm walking on.
My seat is open and it makes me smile,
sun shines through the left side window
broken by the trees.
I settle in and the bus strolls on.
Look around me
eyes are tired and smiles weary.
Well, that'll have to change.
We know where we're going
and that the day is on.
We are to inspire and deliver
the magic they believe in.
It's the happiest place
for them in each minute of this moment.
Eyes are bright as they look up
to what they know is true.
All I can do is know
on this day
the dream I help sow
because tomorrow they wake
to face the sometimes unwelcoming
reality...smile more sincere and the day is on.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Where you are.
I'm felling pretty content,
comfortable right here where I am.
Cool in the shade,
staring in the distance.
Sun in shining,
the breeze is soft and warm.
Through the tree trunks,
there's a meadow where you are.
Voice is a whisper,
on the wind.
Mountains on the other side.
I turn my back on the on the pretty sight,
away from the meadow,
and the mountains,
I gaze into the shaded wood.
Knowing what lay behind,
I think I'm feeling okay where I am,
and I turn away from where you are.
Walking through the woods,
they are safe and familiar.
Leaves always changing,
never too far from the way they were.
Moving, swaying, gently in the breeze,
I smile, they are pretty.
But the wind carries a whisper, a calling,
I consider but move farther from where you are.
I reach out for the familiar,
fingertips touch,
words are spoken.
It's safe and I know it,
I feel contnent with the situation.
Time passes,
then I can feel it,
can't ignore it.
It finds me, a warm breeze,
smells like the meadow,
essense of mountains,
it is followed by a muted whisper,
reminding me of where you are.
Mind is muddled.
Do you even know?
Breeze wraps arounds me,
pulling, pushing, drawing.
I consider,
I allow it, the wind to take me back,
just to look,
just to see where you are.
Back to the edge of the wood,
there's the meadow,
bigger, brighter, warmer
than before.
Mountains, oceans, sky
more clearly on the other side.
In the meadow, hand ready to take mine,
they you are.
Ready to pull me to
where you are.
I look over my shoulder,
Is the potential the same behind?
I consider, mind is muddled.
Choice seems easy,
It is my life.
Keep it in the shade or let it shine?
Choice seemed easy,
this is harder than it seemed.
Back to familiarity or into the sunlight
right to where you are?
Time is needed,
of course there is a short supply.
I take a seat in a brighter patch of shade,
knees drawn up,
I'm still guarded.
I gaze into the distance,
letting it be more clear.
I notice no breeze comes from the shade,
no reminder, no calling.
Does it really care?
Am I still content?
I stare more inently back to
where you are.
comfortable right here where I am.
Cool in the shade,
staring in the distance.
Sun in shining,
the breeze is soft and warm.
Through the tree trunks,
there's a meadow where you are.
Voice is a whisper,
on the wind.
Mountains on the other side.
I turn my back on the on the pretty sight,
away from the meadow,
and the mountains,
I gaze into the shaded wood.
Knowing what lay behind,
I think I'm feeling okay where I am,
and I turn away from where you are.
Walking through the woods,
they are safe and familiar.
Leaves always changing,
never too far from the way they were.
Moving, swaying, gently in the breeze,
I smile, they are pretty.
But the wind carries a whisper, a calling,
I consider but move farther from where you are.
I reach out for the familiar,
fingertips touch,
words are spoken.
It's safe and I know it,
I feel contnent with the situation.
Time passes,
then I can feel it,
can't ignore it.
It finds me, a warm breeze,
smells like the meadow,
essense of mountains,
it is followed by a muted whisper,
reminding me of where you are.
Mind is muddled.
Do you even know?
Breeze wraps arounds me,
pulling, pushing, drawing.
I consider,
I allow it, the wind to take me back,
just to look,
just to see where you are.
Back to the edge of the wood,
there's the meadow,
bigger, brighter, warmer
than before.
Mountains, oceans, sky
more clearly on the other side.
In the meadow, hand ready to take mine,
they you are.
Ready to pull me to
where you are.
I look over my shoulder,
Is the potential the same behind?
I consider, mind is muddled.
Choice seems easy,
It is my life.
Keep it in the shade or let it shine?
Choice seemed easy,
this is harder than it seemed.
Back to familiarity or into the sunlight
right to where you are?
Time is needed,
of course there is a short supply.
I take a seat in a brighter patch of shade,
knees drawn up,
I'm still guarded.
I gaze into the distance,
letting it be more clear.
I notice no breeze comes from the shade,
no reminder, no calling.
Does it really care?
Am I still content?
I stare more inently back to
where you are.
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Well, that's that...
Well, everything is pretty much up for grabs in the cosmic pool of karma, fate, take your pick. I have my ticket to Florida, a new swim gear, did some yoga, have a little over four weeks to get my training for a half marathon back on track after bad weather and injury, study abroad application in, GA application in, and only a couple loose ends to tie up here at the homestead and then I am peacing outta this joint for a while.
Okay, can I tell you how peeved I am at the automotive bureau? Thanks. Okay, I can't be that peeved 'cause it is mostly my fault. Karma Gibbs slapped me on this one. But really, I never needed my license until recently...I just kept getting permits (I am on #6...I think). Point is I called to take my test this week (before I leave) and I am told that all driving tests must be scheduled two weeks in advance. I want to maneuver around a few cones and drive around the block; it is winter...there have to be openings because no new driver wants to take the test in Ohio in January. I know what you are thinking and yes, I agree, I should have done all of this long ago. But why is it a big deal right now you ask? Because I bought my plane ticket to Florida one way. I was going to go down there, buy a cheap used car that was on its last leg and looking to go out with a bang (only if I know it couldn't be saved for long term) and go on an adventure. Am i upset about this minor set back? No, I am not...Okay, maybe a little. So what this really means is that I will have to find a licensed driver willing to take this little adventure with me when I get down there...or just cut my losses and buy another plane ride home. I know I am overlooking a lot of details right now but I am looking on the bright side of all this...perhaps it will be a hot licensed driver who won't know what the hell happened until we are half way to God knows where. Road trip what? Don't act like you don't remember that movie. I digress, Point goes back to fate...either way I am still getting home.
Okay, home slices, I am peacing out for now. Family dinner tomorrow in honor of my departure; its starts at 10am. If it is anything like New Year's Eve I will be taking jello shots with my grandmother and consuming delicious food that I had no part in creating. Well, I'm looking forward to it.
Okay, can I tell you how peeved I am at the automotive bureau? Thanks. Okay, I can't be that peeved 'cause it is mostly my fault. Karma Gibbs slapped me on this one. But really, I never needed my license until recently...I just kept getting permits (I am on #6...I think). Point is I called to take my test this week (before I leave) and I am told that all driving tests must be scheduled two weeks in advance. I want to maneuver around a few cones and drive around the block; it is winter...there have to be openings because no new driver wants to take the test in Ohio in January. I know what you are thinking and yes, I agree, I should have done all of this long ago. But why is it a big deal right now you ask? Because I bought my plane ticket to Florida one way. I was going to go down there, buy a cheap used car that was on its last leg and looking to go out with a bang (only if I know it couldn't be saved for long term) and go on an adventure. Am i upset about this minor set back? No, I am not...Okay, maybe a little. So what this really means is that I will have to find a licensed driver willing to take this little adventure with me when I get down there...or just cut my losses and buy another plane ride home. I know I am overlooking a lot of details right now but I am looking on the bright side of all this...perhaps it will be a hot licensed driver who won't know what the hell happened until we are half way to God knows where. Road trip what? Don't act like you don't remember that movie. I digress, Point goes back to fate...either way I am still getting home.
Okay, home slices, I am peacing out for now. Family dinner tomorrow in honor of my departure; its starts at 10am. If it is anything like New Year's Eve I will be taking jello shots with my grandmother and consuming delicious food that I had no part in creating. Well, I'm looking forward to it.
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