so much for deadlines... i'm 23 minutes late... but somehow, that seems slightly appropriate.
in looking through old journals, hoping that i might find some gem to throw up here, and not taking as much time as would seem necessary, i found beautiful stories and great memories that i'd written down, and kept through pictures, etc...
though i'm not posting any of them now, i think tomorrow i'll start a series of notes from old books, perhaps looking back will inspire something new.
remembering has always been a useful tool for me. perhaps looking backwards will help me move forwards.
until next time,
peace & love,
the mist
Friday, January 23, 2009
Thursday, January 22, 2009
22 january 2009
writing deadline #1:
23:23
23 january 2009.
because 23 was my favorite number when i was 6.
because 2 times 3 was 6.
and 6 was my golden birthday, and that was supposed to mean something.
and because it is 24 hours from when i started writing this post.
23:23
23 january 2009.
because 23 was my favorite number when i was 6.
because 2 times 3 was 6.
and 6 was my golden birthday, and that was supposed to mean something.
and because it is 24 hours from when i started writing this post.
Sunday, January 4, 2009
the one
so, i think i'm ready.
it's time.
i have been coming into myself lately and i feel really good about this.
i have even been shopping at, you know, less usual places than the mall and church.
though i wish i could find 'the one' at bake sales or consignment stores, i'm not quite sure that those would be the best places.
rummage sales maybe?... coffee shops can be good, but they are usually only good for the eclectic, "i won't last as long as you'd like you would like me to," type.
i am looking for strong, and soft, the right amount of delicate - yet sturdy, and long lasting. this is one of those "love at first sight" and way beyond "just like" situations...
when i find the right one, the one...
the whole world, i think, will stop and say, "yeah, that bag looks real good."
it's time.
i have been coming into myself lately and i feel really good about this.
i have even been shopping at, you know, less usual places than the mall and church.
though i wish i could find 'the one' at bake sales or consignment stores, i'm not quite sure that those would be the best places.
rummage sales maybe?... coffee shops can be good, but they are usually only good for the eclectic, "i won't last as long as you'd like you would like me to," type.
i am looking for strong, and soft, the right amount of delicate - yet sturdy, and long lasting. this is one of those "love at first sight" and way beyond "just like" situations...
when i find the right one, the one...
the whole world, i think, will stop and say, "yeah, that bag looks real good."
Thursday, January 1, 2009
the winds words
[from 17 december 2008]
The wind, blowing through the
alleys, streets, buildings, windows, screens, cracks above, under and on the sides of doors
speaks to us.
Her language is foreign even to the birds she carries. She speaks of distant things - far off evils and the good that wards them off.
She speaks of a Creator, of Love; telling stories through the leaves, grasses and mountain passes.
She careens and bends to pour out the stories of old. She holds the past and rushes forward the future in present movements.
In her absence we find both comfort and fear.
In her gusts we experience surprise. She tears down. She builds up.
Her medium is sand, leaves, earth, water, and foam.
She thrusts snow from mountaintops and rivers are made.
In her movement, years are destroyed.
Memories overthrown.
In her is power.
In her is gentleness; the fresh breath of life give to each creature.
She caresses the faces of children in the sun and lifts their bodies and spirits on rainy days.
She dances in the fields and inspires flowers on their way.
She moves light.
In her many desires are birthed.
In her, fear and joy meet, elated.
She carries tears and drops them where life may be found.
Listen to her words; patiently.
[also, happy new year! if you read this, thanks - i hope you enjoy; if you don't and just stumbled upon it, cool... peace to y'all]
The wind, blowing through the
alleys, streets, buildings, windows, screens, cracks above, under and on the sides of doors
speaks to us.
Her language is foreign even to the birds she carries. She speaks of distant things - far off evils and the good that wards them off.
She speaks of a Creator, of Love; telling stories through the leaves, grasses and mountain passes.
She careens and bends to pour out the stories of old. She holds the past and rushes forward the future in present movements.
In her absence we find both comfort and fear.
In her gusts we experience surprise. She tears down. She builds up.
Her medium is sand, leaves, earth, water, and foam.
She thrusts snow from mountaintops and rivers are made.
In her movement, years are destroyed.
Memories overthrown.
In her is power.
In her is gentleness; the fresh breath of life give to each creature.
She caresses the faces of children in the sun and lifts their bodies and spirits on rainy days.
She dances in the fields and inspires flowers on their way.
She moves light.
In her many desires are birthed.
In her, fear and joy meet, elated.
She carries tears and drops them where life may be found.
Listen to her words; patiently.
[also, happy new year! if you read this, thanks - i hope you enjoy; if you don't and just stumbled upon it, cool... peace to y'all]
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
legos-and stopping the streams of consciousness
where do we belong?
is it here, in this place?
or is there in that?
does each piece have a mate or do some float on their own?
are we encompassed in the mess of it all, surrounded on each side?
where is the room to breathe? what is the shape we make?
are we in the right place?
am i in the right place?
am i with the right set, or did i come in the wrong box?
fitting together. nestled. yellow, black, white, red, green, orange and blue.
what do we see? what do they see?
where do i belong? red, black, green, yellow, white, orange, and blue.
i suppose someone will place me sooner or later.
i wonder what i am, and where i'll go.
Thursday, December 4, 2008
missing peter pan
i feel like there's something between us, and i don't mean the buildings.
it feels like i have hit a wall, and there's no getting past it.
when did it happen? was it you? is it something i did? is it simply nature taking her course?
i felt so good about letting go, and still do, to be honest. but i sometimes wonder what you think when we're together...
does she still like me? should i distance myself so that she doesn't?
it's really none of my business what you think. we're friends though, right?... or were anyway. what happened?
did your wondering carry you too far into the realm of make-believe?
i know mine did. i allowed myself to think that maybe someday, if you were willing, something could be good.
something could even be safe.
but did i hurt you there? in the wondering? i'm sorry if i did. and i am sorry if it's that which keeps us from the friendship we once had. i miss it.
i miss you.
after the wondering, i find life outside of the daydream i enjoyed for so long to be mundane. simple.
i can like it, if i choose.
i feel like i am growing up. leaving all those un-reciprocated feelings in the past.
i guess we all have to leave neverland sometime.
maybe you are peter pan, and i am wendy.
you, the boy who in his curiosity and playfulness, forgot his friend, who had to return home.
away from the fairy tale, and from love.
or maybe it's the other way around, and this fairy tale is carrying me away.
i have a thimble if ever you decide to come and get it. you left your shadow here too, but that too will soon pass.
the sun will shine anew on the things that once held the memory of you.
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