Sunday, July 17, 2011

Somber

Sometimes, I sound dark and gloomy and depressed when I blog. Please, allow me to redeem the murkiness of my soul. Yes, a small portion of me is solemn. But, the majority of my soul is joyful, jovial, and rapturous.

I can't even tell you how much I savor simply being alive. Every day holds extraordinary possibility, and I relish that potential. I love life.

1. I love the contrast of extreme dry heat and uninterrupted sun verse cool, clear water. I love striding the line between the two.

2. I love full moons in starry skies. I love when I wake up in the middle of the night and a patch of moonlight lies on my floor. I curl up in the whiteness and stare at the moon until I fall asleep.

3. I love being barefoot. I love the freedom I feel when my feet experience raw ground.

4. I love laughing until I can't make a sound. I like it when my stomach is sore the next day.

5. I love it when people smile at me for no reason at all.

6. I love it when I'm reading and suddenly things start to click, so I write furiously and read some more and write, and then stop and think. And it all starts to make sense, and I read and I write and I think, and the more I do this, the more excited I become. I feel bigger, stronger, and more complete for what I've come to know, even if it is a realization of how little I matter-- because I know it.

7. I love food. I love eating. I love tasting something and distinguishing flavors while enjoying the dish as a whole. Food is an experience.

8. I love being loved. It is a rare feeling. I mean, I feel liked often. But, there are only a few moments where I've known and felt the mutual love between me and one other soul. And we both just knew. And it was beautiful.

9. I love solitude. I love taking hikes alone and observing the beauty of the earth and it's inhabitants.

10. I love people: their goals their dreams and idiosyncrisies. I am intriged by their infinitely diverse patterns of thought and philosophies about their lives and about the universe.


Friday, July 1, 2011

Time After Time

Some people picture me
I seem to be far ahead
They call to me
I can't hear what they've said
They say--you're there
I know the truth
Oh how I envy you

If you're lost
You can look
But you won't find me--
I am lost too

If you fall
I can't catch you
I wish I could wait--
But I'm down by you

When the book is open
And the pages separate
You'll see the scrawling
And know the confused puzzling
Certain darkness
That makes me blind
The lies remain so tight

Time after time