Posts Tagged ‘Writing’

Thirst

A gene targets the thirst.
Like an itch scratched only once, then forgotten.
She wimpers without weeping;
and her cries echo through the matrix.
Tearless; trapped.

Life and discovery

I wanted my life to close, and open like a hinge, like a wing, like the part of the song where it falls down over the rocks: an explosion, a discovery; I wanted to hurry into the work of my life; I wanted to know, whoever I was, I was alive for a little while.
~ mary oliver

Blogging, thinking, writing, creating…and such

So this blog just sucks. I keep saying that I’m going to start blogging again and for some reason it just doesn’t happen. But I used to love it. It was such an important part of my week. So, this week, I will try again. I’m setting out to start blogging again. Actually, first up is to fix up this sad looking blog first. It really needs some help. I need to treat myself like a client and actually give myself a great product!

Until then…..

Thursday

Late winter morning sun
paints the trees and mountains
brightens the browns of the season
and warms her face
almost fooling her into believing
it’s spring.
The sunlight makes it all seem lighter
but she still feels weighed down standing there
looking over the mountains
and as she pushes a strand of hair from her face
and thinks about how she got here the heaviness begins to lift…

3 Things that make me happy:
1. Sunny, warm mornings even though it’s still winter
2. Feeling connected
3. Finishing a big web project

2 things I’m looking forward to today:
1. Working things out with someone super important
2. Lunch at Barley’s with work peeps

3 long term things I’m looking forward to:
1. Learning Flash
2. Taking a trip far away
3. Getting back in shape

1 person I am going to appreciate:
It’s a secret but definite appreciation going on

Rumi

The Morning Wind Spreads
The morning wind spreads its fresh smell.
We must get up and take that in,
that wind that lets us live.
Breathe before it’s gone.

Rumi - ‘The Essential Rumi’ – Coleman Barks

Writing is hard

Wow! It’s been quite some time since I’ve written. I’ve sat down with the intention of posting but then none of my thoughts sounded deep enough or witty enough or interesting enough for the keyboard, so I let it slide. I can’t promise that these will be witty or interesting or exciting or interesting enough now, but I feel ready to write at least.

So…. the move went pretty well. There were some bumps in the road and we’ve had tons and tons to do since we’ve arrived in NC but our house feels like a home, despite the random emotional overheats and breakdowns. There’s definitely a feeling of peace and home in this nice little house we found. I’ll post some photos shortly – maybe even tonight if I’m feeling really inspired.

I’m realizing as I write that maybe I’m still not ready to write. There is so much newness going on and it’s crazy and exciting and sad and scary and comfortable and fun all at once, but for some reason words can’t do life justice at times. Maybe this is just one of those times.

So, subjects for later are the new house, living with the boy, the new pregnant (perhaps?) stray cat, the new job, the beautiful mountains that are always immersed in a magical type of fog.

For now, though, I’ll leave with a little erasure poem:

In the night a recital of a dream
transcribes
the moment,
composition discovering the promise
to sing.

The festival begins
with a procession masterpiece,
poetry, a parody;
retorts calls to it.

The delighted offers
of the guild
had impulse
and ardor;
but old discourses of permanence
persuades him to enter.

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And a 3 Things, 2 Things:

3 things that make you happy:
starting a new, creative project
bird-song filled breezes filling the room
reconnecting

2 things you are looking forward to today:
finishing my work
reading more of The Female Brain by Louann Brizendine

2 long term things you are looking forward to:
selling artwork
building my own blog

1 person you are going to appreciate:
Matt

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