Singing together is a wonderful thing.
Monthly Archives: October 2009
Walk on mother earth in a good, kind, soft, gentle way.
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- Learning what NOT to do
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- Riding a segway at UofA
They see me roll on, my Segway!
I know in my heart they think I’m
white n’ nerdy!
even though
you’re in my presence,
too little…you’re in my thoughts,
a lot
& you’re in my heart,
always.
Brock Tully
Do you ever feel…
like there are so many thing you want to do, to learn, to discover that there just isn’t enought time or space or energy?
Psychology made me feel like that today, it inspired me to want to learn how to podcast, and sing better and made me want a mac just because they have garage band on them. BUT, I am fighting against those desires so I can give adequate attention to my other pursuits. Speaking of which…
Blink is an amazing book! It’s fascinating how clever humans are when they aren’t trying to be, and how much the ‘trying’ part can muddle things up.
I’m already excited for Halloween, aren’t you?!
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
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2008
was a reckless year
When we were all untouchable and determined to
Prove it
And our lives were destined for perfection.
The more risks the better.
We were all invincible,
Because the world outside was just a rumor, like imagination.
2008 Was a graphic year
When vulgar tongues flailed and hallways stank
There were fights sometimes
And what happened on the weekend was no secret.
Nothing was a secret
Among the nosy, bored girls perpetually trading gossip,
Wearing down the same tired topic
Until finally someone did something more drastic than more
drugs.
No one wanted to run, or even walk too fast that year.
We were all waiting for something to happen, I guess.
Maybe we thought the world would change itself, or that somewhere
Someone else was getting it all done.
Our effort
was never required, and if you did reach up,
Try to touch a
Star
Then you could be sure someone would
Grab
Your ankle
And tug you back in to place,
In to line with the rest.
The girls wore low shirts and the boys
Wore lower pants and we all looked nearly the same
Even though it was the age of
Individualism.
We didn’t care most of the time
And when we did it we hid it well because
We were all superb actors
We were lost
But we pretended we were found,
That we knew it all and just didn’t want to share.
…but it’s over now
isn’t it?
A piece of the flood
When the sky opens
I hear wind and water, howling for our souls
To be restored
And peace to be, not bought,
But patiently and tenderly taught to blossom
forest love