Wednesday, July 30, 2008


Let us fly through the gilded sky

And watch the sun slip beneath

To spray its warmth on other worlds

Beyond our own horizon


Watch the trees wave goodbye

And pass the blessing of light

To the world that lies around the corner

Of dearest Mother Earth


Sparkling drops within the dark

Replace shimmering ribbons of heat

Say goodnight to golden sun

And welcome blessed moon

Thursday, July 24, 2008

Clouds and life and things

If I could have my camera, notebook, and guitar permanently attached to myself, I'd be the happiest girl in the world. I want to be better at these three things, the best way I know to do that is to practice, practice, practice. 

It's amazing the effect my two trips has had on my entire mental focus and outlook. I've never been more aware, more... I don't even know. It's all good, I know that much. I see less and less eye-to-eye with my mom, but I feel like i get things. I understand. I make connections. I feel. I think- I get it. That's a phrase I think is used to signify those who understand-know-get what's really  important. The meaning of life, maybe. I feel a part of this underculture, subculture renewal. People wanting to just exist, get by on the least material but most experience. Lives of multi-color, not black and white or gray area. Color.

The sky has never been so awe-inspiring. I've never been more  satisfied with just sitting on a fake stone bench, watching the sun play peek-a-boo amongst marshmallow puffs in the sky. Yesterday, my mom kept trying to peg an emotion on me- sadness, illness, whatever. The truth is, sometimes I want to just lie on my back on a plastic picnic table and stare at the sky, watching the green tips of the trees contrast against the deep blue expanse of sky. 

The trees still wave at me.

The swimming clouds remind me that time does not stand still, that we are in constant rotation around the sun, which brings a question to mind. If the earth were to stop rotating, would time technically stand still? After all, we measure it by the location and movement of the sun across our sky.

Currently listening to: Hobo's Lullaby, Arlo Guthrie, on vinyl :]