As you will... (Try and figure out what THAT means! :})

How could.... wait, I probably shouldn't ask that question, right? I  don't want my life to get any busier, and if I ask how could it get busier, I will end up jinxing myself...
Anyway, you would probably like an explanation;
Papa, R.D. and J. came last Friday, but R.D. and J. had to leave early-ish. Papa, however, stayed until late Sunday afternoon! What fun! I think we were a little too busy during most of the time he was here. Saturday was Heritage day, and my sibs were selling things on main street, some of them had been planning things for months. So unfortunately, we couldn't really blow it off on account of Papa. Still, it was fun having him down there with us, and I think it made it more enjoyable for Dad. He hates Heritage day, all of the befuddled, unfriendly, conniving tourists bug him. Why was that day especially busy for me? Two weeks earlier, I got a phone call from Sis Soap, she wanted to know if I could help her out on Heritage day, I said sure. She told me she needed me to help her show her house during the town-wide home tour (that's mainly why the tourists come on the last Saturday of May.) I said I'd do it. And I did. It was interesting, I think I learned more about the house then the tourists did. I only had to be a tour guide for about two hours, Sis Soap had tons of girls from Young women's helping too. Albi was on my shift, she took the kitchen over from me when she finally arrived. I took over the front room from Sis Soap, who was extremely tired by then. I took care of it by myself for a while. It wasn't very hard, I didn't have to walk around much, all I had to do was point out some photo albums to the tourists, and answer questions.
The whole thing really wasn't as hard as I thought it was going to be. I agonized over the upcoming experience the evening and morning before. It really wasn't worth the stress, as usual. You have no idea how many times that's happened to me. No idea.
Saturday evening Dad, Jeru, and Tor were in a flurry trying to get ready for their trip to Yellowstone. They pulled half the house apart trying to locate some sleeping bag stuffing sack. Well, that's a bit of an exaggeration. They pulled apart the under-stairs storage place. They didn't plan anything very well. Dad forgot his fishing pole, and his cellphone. He's been using A.'s.
Anyway, their hurried departure (about 5:30 in the morning, but I'm not sure that's even the exact time, it might have been 1:00.), made for some problems. As you know, Dad left his cell phone home, and Papa didn't have any way to get back to wherever it is he's been staying. (T.'s house, I think. I do  know that Nana's been staying up there. So I guess Papa's been  staying there too.) Papa could have just hitched a ride with Dad and his friends, but the car wouldn't have fit them all. So T. came late Sunday afternoon to pick Papa up. I think that worked nicely, we got to keep Papa longer and see T. in the process. Other than that, Sunday was pretty uneventful. (Busy-ness wise, that is.)
Today, Jesse and I went down to help Sis Soap set up for a garage sale on Friday. I am Ti-erd. I guess that's why I've been on the comp so long today. I'm also taking my own sweet time writing this post.
Anyhow, we (Jesse and I) worked pretty darn hard, for two hours straight, to be exact. Among other things, I cleaned an RV, loaded the dishwasher, moved a whole bunch of clothing, washed out a couple of wheelbarrows, shook hands with Jabba the Hutt (Just kidding, I wanted to see if you were still paying attention. Back to the actual jobs...), filled up a bird bath/fountain, and helped move an exorbitant amount of bags and boxes. And the most amazing thing of all, I had fun! Can you believe that? Very few people actually like work. I must be really weird. (Not that I've Ever really disliked work. Well, in the past six or seven years, at least. I've heard that I was pretty bad at first.) So, yeah. Fun stuff.
Now I'm just relaxing, talking to my Mom,eating her yummy food, watching Pretty In Pink, comping,  just generally hanging out. The exact opposite of my never-ending work this morning, but also fun stuff :)
I hope this makes sense, I'm feeling too lazy to really proofread this post, so I apologize for any imperceptible (By me, at least,) typos or crazy run on sentences. I wouldn't advise reading this out loud, you just might pass out, should there be any never-ending sentences :)

You don't need to be famous in order to inspire.

I stand on the shoulders of giants.
They're not all in the past.
They're not all well known.
They're not all adults.
They're not all the same, in profession, status, personality, or inspiration.
I stand on the shoulders of giants,
Many of them from my own generation,
Many of them just beginning to bloom...

The whisper and the howl

I know who I am,
and no one can argue with me.
I do not need your help.
I am strong, I am delicate.
I am the rainbow with all the colors, including black and white.
I am a poet, I am the stargirl, I am a maker, I am a secret-keeper, a truth-teller, I am an elf, a princess, I am a human being.
I am ten-thousand feet tall.
I am an inch short.
I am love.
I am family. Brother sister, mother father, uncle aunt, cousin, grandmother grandfather.
I am eternity, I am the nano-second.
I am older than you will ever know, younger than I will ever be.
I do not need your self-finding books, nor your self-seeking classes.
I know who I am.
I am all things, I am the glistening raindrop, the roaring waterfall. I am the light-beam, and the roaring bonfire. I am the newborn seed, and I am the towering Redwood forest.
I am the Earth, the Sky, the Ocean.
I am a part of God.
I am my soul, my body, and my imagination.
I am my hopes, my dreams, my truths, my lies, I am my loves, and my hates. I am all of these things, I am more.
I am a living contradiction.
I am me.

Homeschool prom.

Last night was hilarious :) If you're friends with me on FB, you know what I'm talking about. However, you may want to know some of the details;
We danced, but of course, that is nothing out of the ordinary. Nevertheless, what if I told you who I danced with? ;] The one and only ARAGORN was kind enough to do a slow dance with me!! I also danced with Howl, he's such a great waltzer, very gentle :) Oh, and, mwahahahah, I stole Christian Bale from Dari :] What fun :)
I danced with one real boy, first for about two seconds when I finally mustered up the courage to ask him for a girls choice song (It ended shortly after I asked him), and then I danced with him for a promenade from Pride and prejudice. Later, as they played the last song before they decided to pack everything up,  I pulled him up off the middle of the dance floor where he was looking very bored indeed and had the last dance with him. There weren't many people (let alone boys) at the dance last night. Teenage guys don't usually seem very willing to attend dances. So that explains most of my story. Most of it, not all of it :]
Oh, and guess what?! I got complimented on my dancing! I was outside talking with a friend, dancing with myself when a guy walked out to get something from his car and told me I'm a good dancer! I thought that was very nice of him, I dance with all of my might no matter where I am, or how many people are watching.
Me, I love dances, no matter how many people are there. Last night was fun, even though we had a mix up with who was supposed to give us a ride home :) What? You didn't know about that particular detail?! Course you didn't, You'd have to be either Dari, Albi, A.D., Me, or my Mom to know that one. And you're not, and I just told you, soooooo, now you know :)
I hope that wasn't a little too much info for you :) Thanks for reading, and I hope some of this made your day. Smiley!!!! :D
P.S. I forgot to mention that I essentially went barefoot to prom, just like I've been planning to for all these years :) BTW, I have a large blister on my left big toe. Big surprise {Rolls eyes}

Mud stomp

It rained in torrents.
The best kind of rain.
The best kind of rain for dancing.
I took my iPod and head phones out with me, slightly afraid of electrocution, but not enough to turn me from my mission. My bare feet loved the squishy mud and clear water. If I was going to dance on the wet dirt,  I might as well do it unshod.
My iPod was on shuffle, it took me awhile to find a song with a good beat. When I did, there was nothing to stop me from stomping, leaping, and twirling in delight. I was on fire, and the rain cooled me off.
In only felt a little self-conscious, but not enough to make a difference. I delighted in my rain dance, why have I never tried before? Why has it never occurred to me to dance as the heavens poured out life to my Earth? I suppose it's because I never had a very transportable form of music before, one can't just lug a boom box or a radio into the pouring water.
Right as I began to surf shuffle again, my iPod died, and my private party came to an end. But that was okay, the rain had stopped, I was ready to go in.

A reaccuring theme

I have a secret.
I can fly.
The greatest joy in the world is rushing through the air, high above the motherly ground. I am not just one with the wind, with the birds. I am the wind, I am the birds. There is no separation. I am the clouds and the crystalline blue sky. I am soft and heavy with rain, I am azure space, supportive, kind. My soul is ecstasy, that is what sustains my soaring. My heart, strong, emanating, keeping me from losing my head.
My whole body is pure joy, pure love, pure, and clear yearning. Even as I fly, my excitement rivals that of my takeoff. The thrill of the air carrying me exceeds any roller coaster I have ever been on, though I have not had the courage to ride many. Unlike a roller coaster, I am in no way bound by gravity, or bars. My aerial tricks are something never experienced by most human beings. I can go as high, and as fast as I want. There is no limit, save the one that I put on myself.
I am exhilaration, my body fills the world. I am life- sustaining light. I am everything that can or will fly.
Nothing can stop me, nothing wants to stop me.
For I, am everything.

My latest books.

Tell me what this poem should be titled.

Words chase each other around my head, blabbering, incoherent;
the half-formed heads of fairytale stories, never finished, never ending.
Wispy, like white eiderdown. Slowly floating to the bottom of my skull, there to stagnate in an eternal pool.
Occasionally, gravity reverses itself, they float up, towards the sunny-blue sky that is the top of my brunette head.
Together, the words solidify, and form stories, stories for you to read, stories for me to write.
Is your head the same?

The knowing.

I am love.
I am inspiration.
I am caring.
I am truth.
I am.

I love,
I inspire,
I care for truth.

I yearn.
I search.
I learn.
I start all over again.

My camera's batteries have officially d-i-e-d.

I would love to post some pics of my latest bookbinding projects, but, alas, my camera's batteries hate me. And---- My sibs won't quit using the camera without asking me. Rats. I shall have to find some batteries for my Arches trip, I refuse to go without a working (Read, has batteries that don't die after three photos) camera. Think of all the photogenic moments (and people ;)! {Wow, that looks really weird, if I do say so myself. BTW, my writing becomes more entertaining when my little sister is spying on me, her cute little 12-year-old chin resting on the comp desk "Awww, Bryn! Gosh!"} MWahahaha >:}

So-called weed

Dandelion, I
see nestled like a citrine,
Bright in the Spring grass

I'm telling you now, so listen up.

Alright, I guess I oughta tell you what I avoided telling in my previous post. Blah, blah, blah. I took care of 5 llamas, a bunch of ducks, 3 dogs, 4 cats, a whole lot of plants, and 3 goats for some friends who went to California for six days. Luckily, I had some help from Jesse and Jeru. Otherwise it would have seemed even more insurmountable, and we did it with minimum catastophe. (Note that I said minimum.) Overall, it was fun, but really stressing a couple of times. I'm just glad nothing died :)
The funny thing was, I had really strong deja-vu a couple of times, and it was brought on by some pretty ordinary things. A bunch of jars on the counter, some pink sticky notes by the phone. I was sure I had dreamed both a long time before I had even been asked to take on the task. It was pretty weird, and I'm not sure what to think of it. Oh well, thanks for reading my long update.