Saturday, November 27, 2010

I give thanks

1. For the God who showed me the meaning of grace, and then has the grace to show me again when I (still) fall.
2.For the mother who gave birth to me, and her incredible sacrifice.
3. For a family that allows me to be authentically humorous, passionately lazy, creatively overwhelmed, cross-wired, cross-worded and cross-cultural.
4. For Carmen Marie, because she has and continues to facilitate an inspired side of me that I never knew could exist, and sees substance in my emptiest of times.
5. For Alex, who encourages me to straighten my priorities, asks about my day and enables my love for bacon.
6. For my roommates Wizard and Mego, who put up with my ADD 24/7 and are still excited to cook meals together and to know the ins and outs of my life.
7. For someone who shall remain unnamed, for forgiving my possessive attempts at love.
8. For everyone who has ever showed me genuine friendship
9. For health, which, with every minor setback, has taught me that life is temporary but good.
10. For beauty and the language of love.
11. For the blessings that are disguised, and for those that are apparent.
12. For all the women at Hope Place, who taught me that I am beautifully broken.
13. For the outstanding opportunity to be educated in a supportive environment
14. For the freedom to say, write, or do what I believe is right without having to fear for my life.
15. For my love/hate relationship with technology, and the invention of the "OFF" button.
16. For my passion to help others, along with the guidance and skills to do so.
17. For the ability to whistle, sing, hum, drum, run, skip, walk, hop, dance, sit, slide, yell, cry, smile, laugh and be angry-- that they might always serve me well.
18. For writing, as an outlet and as a companion that I will always know to be a mystery.
19. For the way a baby can fall asleep in your arms, and for the overly dramatic steps of a toddler learning to walk. They offer perspective.
20. For my puppies, who have provided countless hours of amusement and cuddly warmth.
21. For a job in a difficult economy
22. For memories and the experiences that create them.
23. For time which offers perspective, healing and the ability to fly.
24. For music. It has changed my mind and soul.
25. For sunsets over the Olympics, or anywhere, really.


26. For Bacon, and it's deliciously artery-clogging goodness.


"I thank you, Lord, just for the ability to thank you."

So really.
Thanks.

Sunday, November 21, 2010

cross town bus and mint-flavored snowflakes

We sat in the Sub-Sahara and tried to pretend like there wasn't sand in our food.
Like something could still be made out of nothing, even though we've used that up too.
Outside it was snowing just to reflect what I was missing.
I've seen you do that gesture a 135000 times and it still isn't endearing.
Just now realizing that the only similarities we can share are coverup-mints and
brand- name coats between lines that attempt to spell jealousy.
I dont regret it, but I do have a list of all the other things my time could have purchased.
Its funny, how much we will tell someone we no longer trust to be a part of our lives.
Lets just say that the snow will never stick as long as you're trying to walk the same old path.
Its always going to hang you over. and we owe each other nothing.

Monday, November 15, 2010

Old Friends/Bookends

I'm at a point in my life where I'm starting to realize that everything I've ever known or learned in life I gained from Simon and Garfunkel. I continue to continue to pretend that my life will never end, like a still-life watercolor as I sit and drink my coffee and hide behind the shield of my illusion. Sometimes I know I'm fakin' it-- not really makin it to scarborough fair. But April, come she will. And june will change my tune, to parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, tyme, time.

It's a dangling conversation.

It rarely ever rhymes.

Monday, November 1, 2010

perfect insignificance.

I realized a dream today.
It was stupid, really.

But I plodded into that stadium with memories of swifter shoes
and kicked up leaves that were dying to be turned.

No leaves left I made the right decision, sat with the evens, faced down the odds.

For an eternally brief over-an-hour I chatted with the empties and contemplated the crowds
that could have been there
like they were last time

on that turf-on-turf covered concrete field
when i fell asleep to sunny whistle songs
with a chubby girl and her once lover friends

i heard the shins once.
felt my shins twice.

i sat in an empty stadium today.
it was a lovely game.