I love to write about love, the beautiful, and the natural world.
The Medium Through Which I Saw Her
I don't recall truly how I began. At some point, I just was. There became such thing as 'me' and 'I' in an explosion of awareness of myself and my beingness. But this grand awareness happened because I was noticed by her. She was quite small compared to me and she had no trouble moving. I, on the other hand, could only be put in motion when I'd politely ask the warm breeze to move me. And even then, my draping leaves would be the only thing moving and the greater part of me remained motionless.
Quit Monkeyin’ Around and Run For The Hills
I observe my surroundings from my cage with my warm hands clamping the frigid metal fence and my eyes passing from person to person. My attention was held by the final tent that had been mounted into the ground by the tired, angry workmen. It now stood 33 feet into the glum, cloudy sky.
Pink Island Berries
The sun is highest in the sky and that means that it is time. We are waiting under the shady palm tree for the wind to come and blow open the little black book to reveal our instructions for today.
"There's a Science Fiction in the Space Between You and Me"
Dear Ms. Chapman, You were my true introduction to folk music/Americana music and it has become the background music to my slow living lifestyle. I only listen to Americana because I love the style and the way it makes me feel.
The Parting Pages for Little Lady
I watched in expectancy and sure heartbreak as he sat at the foot of my bed writing smoothly on the sorry pages of my little black book. The book was filled with cryptic farewells and empty apologies and he, so sadly, was now adding to my disaster of a collection. I continued to pretend to be asleep and tried to focus my watering eyes on his back faced so permanently toward me.
The Show That Always Has Me Saying "You Gotta Be Kidding Me..."
Ok, you've caught me! Yeah, I've watched almost every episode for the past 8 years, and yeah sure, these days I sit down in front of the tv every week and watch new episodes with my sister while eating corn cakes... but can you really blame me? The show is absolutely ridiculous, but it is the right kind of ridiculous. I mean, almost every time I watch a new episode I'm thinking to myself
Call Us Back to This Place Without a Cause
06 August 2009 - Thursday - Journal Entry 9:02 pm I thought it would be a good idea to start recording my day down here in this journal. I heard that journaling helps people with anxiety and can maybe help me understand my emotions better. I plan to also doodle a bit in here. I feel it will help me express myself better. This journaling thing will probably also help me with discipline as I plan to journal every night right before bed.
Welcome To The Cloffice
During the fall of last year, I went into my small walk-in closet to throw clothes carelessly into the hamper like I usually do, and I was met with a literal nightmare of a scene. Clothes were everywhere, insinuating that my aim at throwing clothes in the hamper was really off, and it looked completely disorganized and unkempt. I wasn't using my closet wisely nor did I appreciate the space that I had. I was simply taking it for granted and I started to feel really bad about it.