once i was a child
and i did childish things
innocent things
life was uncomplicated
unpredictable
fascinating
it lost its luster too quickly
the happiness of it fell like a priceless vase
to the marble floor of dark deeds in unseen places
faces became my fear and fear my closest friend
he's learning of brokenness
just as i once learned it
not to the same degree, G-d forbid!
but learning it nonetheless
what i wouldn't give to be in that garden
every fear forgotten
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Monday, September 21, 2009
if we were children, i'd bake you a mud pie
i've been trying to convince myself that i don't want to be a child again.
but after spending a week with my family i do. i should mention that we were vacationing, if for no other reason than reminding myself that living at home isn't all its cut out to be. so here it is, a list of reasons why i should not want to be a child.
1. i determine my own schedule. this means: a. i can stay out as late as i want, wherever i want & b. i can stay up as late as i want and wake up whenever i feel like (well aside from work and the like). no need to worry yourself, ma, i rarely abuse this freedom.
2. well actually that's all i've come up with so there is no number 2.
i'm not very good at this. so instead i'll leave you with some photos of our adventure.
my lovely parents at the mexican place i was afraid to try. they won me over with that yummy soup of theirs.
but after spending a week with my family i do. i should mention that we were vacationing, if for no other reason than reminding myself that living at home isn't all its cut out to be. so here it is, a list of reasons why i should not want to be a child.
1. i determine my own schedule. this means: a. i can stay out as late as i want, wherever i want & b. i can stay up as late as i want and wake up whenever i feel like (well aside from work and the like). no need to worry yourself, ma, i rarely abuse this freedom.
2. well actually that's all i've come up with so there is no number 2.
i'm not very good at this. so instead i'll leave you with some photos of our adventure.
my lovely parents at the mexican place i was afraid to try. they won me over with that yummy soup of theirs.
Friday, September 4, 2009
some days you just need a good cry
and a long afternoon nap
and some time with your love
some days there are no words
and if you try to force them
they ring out like a bad country song,
cliché and twang-y,
the one you'd wish you had not written
because it says too much
(and with so little)
so you take in the silence
and don't dare break it again
and a long afternoon nap
and some time with your love
some days there are no words
and if you try to force them
they ring out like a bad country song,
cliché and twang-y,
the one you'd wish you had not written
because it says too much
(and with so little)
so you take in the silence
and don't dare break it again
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
its the small moments
that remind me its good to be alive.
and i need to be reminded especially these days
moments spent picking these yummy little treats
our lovely neighbor, Jan, has been growing these and they've begun to spread over to our side of the fence. not that we mind. at all. i've picked well over 5 pints and there are still a gazillion waiting for the sun to come out and ripen them.
delicious.
come on over, i'll share.
and i need to be reminded especially these days
moments spent picking these yummy little treats
our lovely neighbor, Jan, has been growing these and they've begun to spread over to our side of the fence. not that we mind. at all. i've picked well over 5 pints and there are still a gazillion waiting for the sun to come out and ripen them.
delicious.
come on over, i'll share.
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