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Just some observations

Sometimes just walking down the hall, I feel brave, just for looking at peoples faces, staring at their eyes, just because so few do. It’s tunnel vision to the extreme out there, and you can watch without being watched, because honestly, most of the time people don’t seem that interested in one another. I guess thats what made it easy for me, to find friends, fit in, stand out, because the vast majority of the population simply isn’t making much effort to stand out, to be noticed, to meet new people. People have their friends, and thats safe and easy, so why bother? I like to watch people, see sweet moments, happy ones. I like to see what you can learn from a glance, and who’s faces stick. There’s three couples on my stretch of hall, two who actually spend time there. In physics theres a boy who would make a great super hero in disguise in an obscure, kick-ass graphic novel. There’s the neon goth girl, in a mask of makeup, tall hair, and a collection of neon and black attire. There are timid grade 9 boys, cautiously walking girls to classes, lonely girls lost in the crowds, and bunch of boys laughing and pretending to fight one another.

I like people who break the rules, talk to people they don’t know, interact with teachers, admit what they like and don’t like, sing out loud and dance down the streets.

something

Sometimes sonmething takes me over so completely I can’t tell the difference between myself and itself. It could be a good song, or a person, or feeling, or a fallen leaf. It’s a kind of love and a kind of obsession, and its piercingly sweet, because its hard to share that kind of beauty.

I hope you know how much you mean to me.

A superior person cares for the well-being of all things. She does this by accepting responsibility for the energy she manifests, both actively and in the subtle realm. Looking at a tree, she sees not an isolated event but root, leaves, trunk, water, soil and sun: each event related to the others, and “tree” arising out of their relatedness. Looking at herself or another, she sees the same thing. Trees and animals, humans and insects, flowers and birds: These are active images of the subtle energies that flow from the stars throughout the universe. Meeting and combining with each other and the elements of the earth, they give rise to all living things. The superior person understands this, and understands that her own energies play a part in it. Understanding these things, she respects the earth as her mother, the heavens as her father, and all living things as her brothers and sisters. Caring for them, she knows that she cares for herself. Giving to them, she knows that she gives to herself. At peace with them, she is always at peace with herself.

The Rambling Taoist (via gardyloo)

We, as human beings aren’t separate from the environment, we are a part of it, and by destroying it, we could destroy ourselves

Today and Yesterday

I stayed up all night last night writing scholarship essays, so today went pretty rough. I came home early from school exhausted and out of wack . My friends were amazing, at helped me get home, and told all my teachers why I was gone. I’m going to learn from this, so I can do better in the future. Theres lots of challenges up ahead this year, but I’m a fighter, I’m not going to give up and I will get through. Sweet dreams.

something old

starsnatcher:

And I remember in that second telling myself to catch this moment and put it in my pocket along with the flowers and tiny blue eggs. Because soon it would be gone and I would only be writing about it, the careless, secretive wind, the hum of the conversing aspen trees, the mountains behind me and the valleys below me. Because soon everything is gone and everyone goes somewhere else, and new things grow and old things die and it’s all precious and painful and a little bit sacred. And while we’re all scared of change, we wither without it. It may not be obvious, but we rot, slowly and leisurely.

So trap your dear moments, put them somewhere with all your pressed flowers and treasured robin’s eggs so that when you move on, you can bring some beautiful things with you, if only to remind you in the dark places that once there was light, and there will be light again.

This speaks to my heart

Dreams

1) I dreamt that I was rolling down a hill, bright grassy hill and all was good. That was Tuesday night. The highlight of Wednesday was rolling down a grassy hill at club with Jane, It was actually really fun. Perfect steepness. Not too dizzy making.

2) Last night just as I fell asleep, in that half conscious state that is full unconscious until you’re jolted from it I dreamt that I was in a rainy car and I was a bit panicked but no one else was so it was okay. It was dark and everything was enclosed. It was sort of calm still. There was little, if any colour. There were gunshots and I was worried but no one else was, it was okay, this wasn’t real. I relaxed but a bullet hit the back window and glass flew at me, I saw a flash of white light and was violently jolted awake. Its a vivid memory, even though I fell back in to a deep sleep almost immediately. It was strange.

They see me roll on, my Segway!
I know in my heart they think I’m
white n’ nerdy!