Thursday, September 25, 2008

week fourth

dissatisfaction
on the tip of my tongue
swimming, sinking
plates crashing down
try harder; they just fall faster
unseen flash of movement around the corner
grasping, groping through the fog
Hurry!
fading footsteps
a wormy bite of apple
race me blindfolded in a mine field
ovals, lopsided spirals, wandering loops and curves
my neverending staircase, climbing, spiraling, narrowing
go go! I say I can't
go anyway I'm told
dragged by the feet, bang bump ouch
dreaming of feasts
climbing climbing the pit just gets deeper
elusive, fleeting, tick tock
this puddle of wax
seeing darkly


Tuesday, September 23, 2008

For the beauty of the earth!





"To truly reverence the Creator, we must appreciate His creations. We need to plan to take time to observe the marvels of nature. Today, we can easily become surrounded by brick buildings and asphalt surfaces that shelter us from real life around us. Plan to share with your family the miracle of buds changing to fragrant blossoms. Take time to sit on a hillside and feel the tranquillity of the evening, when the sun casts its last golden glow over the horizon. Take time to smell the roses. ... All the marvels of nature are glimpses of the Lord’s divine power and expressions of His love."

--M. Russell Ballard (“The Handiwork of God,” New Era, Mar 2006, 2–7)


Every once in a while it's good to have a reminder. Recently it's come as a slap in the face to me; I realized I've become surrounded by brick buildings, asphalt surfaces, and hedged myself in behind my piles of ever-proliferating pile of homework, studying, and tests. It is my occupation right now, but it doesn't have to be my life. Let's not forget to smell the roses occasionally. Or, since 'tis the season, perhaps go for a drive up the canyon. Any takers?

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

life is good.

thunderstorms

vanilla yogurt

running through sprinklers at night

puzzles

going to bed early in a well-ventilated room

couches

parks

people who make you want to be better

real homegrilled hamburgers with all the fixins (of which mustard is not a part)

accutane

lying on the grass and looking at the stars

fog

the smell of copy machines and copy shops

Pudding on the Rice

wet pavement

banana splits

autumn

lessons that truly impact you

drives in the car

Skype

power outages

hammocks

watching the clouds

Tynan Ronan: his infectious attitude, dreamy accent, incredible success story, and his quote "The smile is the cheapest drug on the market; the best part is there are no side effects"

Monday, September 01, 2008

so fleeting

September’s Song

September is a time of transition, of departures and arrivals, good-bys and hellos. The lifeguard snaps the lock on the fence around the swimming pool, now drained and lonely, and turns his thoughts toward his fraternity’s rush week. The six-year-old takes one last look at her mother in the station wagon before she pushes open the door to the first grade and the world. At airports, parents gaze after sons and daughters leaving for college and wonder where the years have gone.

The days grow shorter, but heat still lashes the land. Thistles grow purple along the roadside, and milkweed pods begin to burst and float their feathered seed upon the wind. The light is not the slanting light of fall, though birds begin short, restless flights and mornings turn cool. Still, there is something in the evening air, something about the browning fields tired of heat but not yet ready for frost, something about the brightness of the moonlight, the haze of evening, something that says not yet – not quite yet.

Play for a while, enjoy the warmth, the green. But keep an eye on time. Time passing by. Balanced, measured, merciless time.

--John Ed Pearce in Louisville Courier-Journal Magazine

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