Tuesday, September 18, 2012
Grrrrrrrrrrrrr
Some days I just hate Facebook and how constrictive it is. (Seriously raging inside, not for any really good reason, though.)
Sunday, September 16, 2012
Gift
Giving my heart away
Giving
Giving
Giving
To God
To the Earth
To music
To the sky
To beauty
To the moment
To you
Giving
Giving
Giving
To God
To the Earth
To music
To the sky
To beauty
To the moment
To you
Friday, September 14, 2012
A few visitors from the happy box
Subject: Rain Dance
Dancing after and in the rain, a variety of songs playing in my head, from Gypsy Kings to U2
7/11/12
Subject: Joyful day, calloo, callay!
I was frequently happy yesterday, during the sunset, eating hot fudge, and generally marveling at the beauty of the world.
6/28/12
Sitting in the kitchen while the wind rages outside, listening to Mom and G. talk about creativity, work, and the state of the world. G. brings hope and beauty and happiness with him.
6/26/12
Dancing after and in the rain, a variety of songs playing in my head, from Gypsy Kings to U2
7/11/12
Subject: Joyful day, calloo, callay!
I was frequently happy yesterday, during the sunset, eating hot fudge, and generally marveling at the beauty of the world.
6/28/12
Sitting in the kitchen while the wind rages outside, listening to Mom and G. talk about creativity, work, and the state of the world. G. brings hope and beauty and happiness with him.
6/26/12
Quiet Recognition
Found this in the archives a while ago. I don't recall why I posted it, or if I really related to it then, but in the two years since, the quote has taken on new meaning, and I understand it now because I have found it to be true in my life:
"He who is in love is wise
And is becoming wiser,
Sees newly every time he looks
at the object beloved.
Drawing from it with his eyes and his mind those
Virtues which it posses."
~Ralph Waldo Emerson.
From a post on March 5th 2010
As I understand it; when you love something, you become attuned to it, you align yourself with that thing. You learn from it, subjects that didn't really interest you before gain a new angle when seen through the eyes of the 'object beloved'; something one dimensional becomes three dimensional. Your worldview is realigned, your mind expanded.
The thing you love becomes a new variable in the equation of days and life, always bringing a different twist to every situation, every event. The world takes on new depth and color, certain objects, places and memories shine brighter than all else.
Loving something fundamentally changes who you are.
****
I speak not of one thing, nor of only one person; but of many people and many things in my past and my present. I say all of this in innocence and truth, for nothing more than to express to the world the things I have learned, and the ways in which I've grown. In expressing things in type or on paper, I am better able to organize my thoughts and feelings, thus coming to an understanding with myself and my thought processes.
"He who is in love is wise
And is becoming wiser,
Sees newly every time he looks
at the object beloved.
Drawing from it with his eyes and his mind those
Virtues which it posses."
~Ralph Waldo Emerson.
From a post on March 5th 2010
As I understand it; when you love something, you become attuned to it, you align yourself with that thing. You learn from it, subjects that didn't really interest you before gain a new angle when seen through the eyes of the 'object beloved'; something one dimensional becomes three dimensional. Your worldview is realigned, your mind expanded.
The thing you love becomes a new variable in the equation of days and life, always bringing a different twist to every situation, every event. The world takes on new depth and color, certain objects, places and memories shine brighter than all else.
Loving something fundamentally changes who you are.
****
I speak not of one thing, nor of only one person; but of many people and many things in my past and my present. I say all of this in innocence and truth, for nothing more than to express to the world the things I have learned, and the ways in which I've grown. In expressing things in type or on paper, I am better able to organize my thoughts and feelings, thus coming to an understanding with myself and my thought processes.
Thursday, September 13, 2012
Grandmother's house
Once upon a time,
Probably even now,
My grandmother's
house had a very
distinct smell That I
wasn't able to describe
to myself or Others
In the time between now
and childhood, I've put
names and images to the
smell,
Wet, gray wool
And small, round, white
mothballs.
My grandmother's house
smells milky sweet stale,
And so familiar.
Probably even now,
My grandmother's
house had a very
distinct smell That I
wasn't able to describe
to myself or Others
In the time between now
and childhood, I've put
names and images to the
smell,
Wet, gray wool
And small, round, white
mothballs.
My grandmother's house
smells milky sweet stale,
And so familiar.
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
Progression
My poetry is coming out like some sort of a rap/beat/talk music hybrid lately. It's not in any sort of a happy tone (not that I'm unhappy right now), but at least my rhymes haven't been quite so bad anymore...
Monday, September 3, 2012
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