Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Too busy for...

Many things, unfortunately. It's that time in my life when things start to fizzle faster and faster, the stove is on high and the pan just started popping. I'm a bacon slice baby, and I'm frying up quickly.

Whatever that means.

But I have less time. Less time then in High school, where a snow day would warrant random excursions to a neighbor's house to build snow creatures. Less time to stay on the phone with a friend for an hour having an actual talk. Less time to play that game thats been sitting over my Xbox for months. Less time to read the stack of borrowed books I was lent weeks ago. Less time to FINISH the one book I HAD started reading.

I have less time to my own thoughts and more time taken away to drive to work, work, do chores, clean, ache, and get angry. Less time to sleep. Less time to snuggle.

I have less time to just stop. Stop everything and look up, admiring the clouds and how the ptterns across the blue of the sky resemble rabbits, or oceanscapes, or dragons or wolves or birds or flowers. Less time to wait until the sun goes down and watch the many hundred shooting stars that bless me and mine with their magical glimmers of hope. Less time to make wishes. And less time to make wishes come true.

So you know what? I should make time.

....Is it too late for another New Years Resolution?


Saturday, February 6, 2010


When was the last time you looked around and liked where you were in life? When was the last time you thought to yourself, "I'm doing OK?" Or how about the last time you were certain that things will get better, or that your dreams will come true, or that every bad thing that had happened to you has happened for a viable reason?

When was the last time you felt content?

In my experience, this feeling doesn't last for a very long time. Sure as spit something always interrupts your calm and throws you back down eventually. And in my experience, again, it's usually sooner rather then later.

But something funny happened today.

I feel content.



Wednesday, February 3, 2010


There was a background noise of acoustic music and strong, shapely voices. The flavor of raspberry chai still tickled the back of my throat and clouded the smell of the frigid night air with sweetness. I was outside with the one I love, and we spoke in casual tones of many things: Puzzles far too complicated, free hot beverages, non-existant people, embarrassing personages, and the unforeseen talent of strangers.

At first, there were few flakes drifting gracefully down to Earth. One here, one there, one chosing to fleck my glasses with the tiniest little spot, each one lazily moseying downward. As the conversation progressed, and the eyebrows quirked, and the giggles over shared secrets at others expenses were had, the snow began to work harder. They started coming down in pairs, then in triplets, then in quartets. Then they multipolied in air, and their Kayleigh dance began to spiral wilder and wilder, like Strip the willow in three axis.

My mind begins to wander, watching the flaxes over the shoulder of my fellow devoted. I think to myself, how romantic is it to kiss in the snow? Among these icey dancers, the warmth of our hearts melting the flakes that grace our cheeks? What kind of a sigh could allow for such expression?

Thats when I look at him, and I say simply, head cocked and smile quirked, "You are awesome."

He smiled sideways, shakes his head, eyes downcast for the briefest of moments as his grin tweaks upwards at the corner demurely. "Sure, sure." And he steps back into the snow from beneath the safety of the overhang, hands extended ever so slightly from his sides, black coat dangling from his shoulders like a cloak. "Why? Because I appreciate the Romance of kissing in the snow?"

Thats when I look at him and smile, my body indepentantly of my whirling thoughts embraces him, and I proclaim my love for his ability to read my mind.