How have I escaped death this summer While I’ve been delighting in clear blue skies and purple wildflowers and crispy cold lakes And the taste of amber beer and 11o’clock pizzas and the look of short shorts… You’ve been walking along lantern-lit streets And talking amongst cafe goers Who speak of death and their attempts … More Walking different directions around a clock
At some point I stopped loving who I was when I stayed the same so I started thinking of myself as constantly transient. In every moment, I’ve decided, I can choose to be anyone I want to be, and I can be fabulous. I often picture my energy as a spark radiating out of body, … More I am not temporary
There’s a girl beside me
In the bus shelter outside the mall.
She has pink hair and muddied
Hiking boots and she’s gently biting at her nails. … More Outside the mall at 9:30
Internally, I critique Christians for their belief that all one’s hard work and suffering down here on earth will be rewarded in the future (ie. Heaven). And yet, each day I live in the unflinching regard that things will get better. What’s the difference between us, after all, if I’m travelling forward and you’re travelling … More parallel
Do you ever find yourself lonely or simply restless, wishing a random stranger would approach you and strike up a conversation? Usually people are a lot more open to conversation than they appear. And there may be more than one of us hopeful dreamers in one room, just waiting for their moment. Imagine if we … More Dare Me: What do you wish a total stranger would say to you?
I’ve ascertained that there are several different levels of conversation that tend to define how connected and good each party feels during and after. Three levels, really, based upon how far your words make it beyond where they’re formed inside your head. There is quite a spiritual connotation around the number 3, appropriate to the … More The Trinity of Conversation
Today marks my quarter-anniversary, or third month, of blogging! And the first time I’ve broken the fourth wall to acknowledge all of you out there who have touched bases with me along the way. To be honest, blogging still makes me incredibly uncomfortable. Something about reading those posts where the author acknowledges the lethally addictive stats … More Come Celebrate! How we all affect one another.
I still think of you, now and then. Sometimes I’ll flip open my phone and miss finding a message from you. The other day I was thinking about what a delight receiving letters in the mail would be, and wouldn’t it be nice if I sent a friend one? The first person that popped into my … More Crinkly Eyes and His Friend, The Watering Can