It begins...
One journey to something stunning... Be happy. Look for me in the crowd. Be prepared. Look for the stars to line up. Be ready. Look for the sky to open it's chest up and look for the moon to weep with bravery. Be hopeful. Look for the sense of peace in the air. Be aware. Because it's "on."
It will all be explained somehow and I can't wait... I just need more time. Can you give that precious commodity to me? I never really ask for much...
Meet me there...
Counting seconds as I type. So... Meet me there. I mean it. Above the waves. bsm*
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Monday, September 14, 2009
His anxious arms and a set of plans...
Hello. Hi...
It's me. Again.
Haven't been around in recent weeks... I went dark in August. Left it behind, but I have my reasons. I'll admit that I haven't been very diligent with my posts as of late, but I've taken some time off to think it all up again. And that means something to me. I'll also admit that I have some unfinished business to tend to... I've missed it and I've missed the moments. So much has transpired in my little aquarium that I really don't know where to begin, but I have a few topics that I will dive into soon. Very soon.
The list goes on, but I will say that a dear friend of mine from my yesterdays will be discussed along with a mighty, yet precious memory that I've lived with for the last 11 years. I have some thoughts on education, Eureka Springs (yes, that place in Arkansas), music, chapels (I know, nuts), things that are meant to be music, but are really just digital pieces of manure, people who talk to their food, etc... Y'know, the usual... I may even throw in my plastic penny's worth of thought on what it means to be utterly disappointed in something/someone who doesn't really know what it means to finish the game.......
It's Monday. It has been raining in my fish tank for days. Solid. So very, very solid.
OK. This is ridiculous, but I had a craving for a Slurpee about a week ago. I didn't make that wish come true, but I did have this thought... Something I wondered as I stood in line waiting my turn... The things we think of when a yogurt parfait is on the line... Me. Just watching people... If it's OPEN 24 HOURS A DAY, why are there locks on the doors?
Two words: Field. Trip.
bsm*
Smile.
It's me. Again.
Haven't been around in recent weeks... I went dark in August. Left it behind, but I have my reasons. I'll admit that I haven't been very diligent with my posts as of late, but I've taken some time off to think it all up again. And that means something to me. I'll also admit that I have some unfinished business to tend to... I've missed it and I've missed the moments. So much has transpired in my little aquarium that I really don't know where to begin, but I have a few topics that I will dive into soon. Very soon.
The list goes on, but I will say that a dear friend of mine from my yesterdays will be discussed along with a mighty, yet precious memory that I've lived with for the last 11 years. I have some thoughts on education, Eureka Springs (yes, that place in Arkansas), music, chapels (I know, nuts), things that are meant to be music, but are really just digital pieces of manure, people who talk to their food, etc... Y'know, the usual... I may even throw in my plastic penny's worth of thought on what it means to be utterly disappointed in something/someone who doesn't really know what it means to finish the game.......
It's Monday. It has been raining in my fish tank for days. Solid. So very, very solid.
OK. This is ridiculous, but I had a craving for a Slurpee about a week ago. I didn't make that wish come true, but I did have this thought... Something I wondered as I stood in line waiting my turn... The things we think of when a yogurt parfait is on the line... Me. Just watching people... If it's OPEN 24 HOURS A DAY, why are there locks on the doors?
Two words: Field. Trip.
bsm*
Smile.
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