the view from here
my life is getting progressively
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less ( this was at twenty-something credits, and three labs to boot)
and less (wait. this looks like more…) … (also note the random ‘art’… yes, that is the washington monument on saturday. i was planning to see it with mark and kelly)
(ehemmm) and less…
what the?!? i didn’t cross everything out!! this is very unlike me… i find joy in crossing out my “accomplishments”…(inconsequential as they may be) such as… put card in the mailbox! (check!) and what is this!? i’m dyslexic when it comes to writing in my planner! notice: 5:45 class gym. i mean “5:45 gym class” you will also occasionally see mixed up word orders and puncatuation… “plane ticket book” or “27 chapter do” “1 15: !appointment ” why do i write like a cave man with dsylexia? i have no clue.
heh, heh, heh, at least i’m the only one who reads it and i know what mean i.
but i digress so back to….
and even more less…
hectic! boo-yah!! one class left before my break that is before my 13.5 months of non breaking and my obama-ized planner being filled to the edges of the pages…
then i’m backpacking the world. period the end.
oh and PS… for those of you not familiar with Summer-inspired rhetoric such as: “period the end.” it is roughly translated…”this is truth. absolutely. ((and don’t even try to fight me on the issue because i’m serious…seriously!”
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calmer waters.
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life was so….
(please insert 5 synonyms for “busy”)
but now it’s seems as if it’s not.
.
feeling minor displacement
i find myself awkwardly still
but this time i can’t fight it
and i know it’s time to test these quiet waters
of the mundane.
.
painfully silent in my own little
rowboat
i watch the symmetrical pattern that ripples make.
that’s You.
i feel the intense heat from the sun that beats down.
that’s more of You.
((i’ll try not to shield myself too much))
.
my little rowboat gently rocks
as if tapped by Your gentle wind
.
in these new and clam waters
i listen
i
breathe You in
exhale me out
and somewhat gracefully
fall
.
to envelop myself
in this refreshing sea of You
with
me.
is the snow really truly melting?? (or… sometimes i miss the northwest))
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this morning,
half awake and heavy-eyed
i pulled back my curtain
exposing
a radiant, practically luminous
cloudless ocean of
happiness.
pausing
i wondered if it was a trick
this bright welcoming sun,
was it merely 9º?
…sneaky blue sky
