Her thoughts – a tangled web weaving through her mind –
Climbing ladders, sliding along invisible rails, leading her to places
She didn’t know existed – exquisite places of great beauty.
She cloaks herself in gossamer raiments for the journey.
Musings
My Own Path
I’ve always felt different from those around me.
I don’t quite know what it is,
but there is something –
It’s not that I feel I’m better than others,
there is simply something that makes me different.
This has always been true.
I just don’t quite fit in.
Maybe it’s because I spend so much time in
my mind thinking, dreaming, writing, and wondering.
Maybe it’s my endless fascination with words,
or my deep love of nature.
Maybe it’s because I think so much of what
I hear is basically frivolous, while others seem to hang on every word.
But, I think most people take themselves way too seriously.
Even though I’ve always longed to be like others,
at the same time it scares me to think that I could be.
I’ve always longed to be like others, yet I refuse to be.
I’ll continue on my path and see where it leads –
my unfinished business.
When She…
When She…
dreams – it’s as one breathes – necessary for her survival
takes a breath – she breathes air so sweet it brings tears to her eyes
exhales – she breathes out flowers and sunbeams
reads – she lives in another world
walks – it’s with tenderness so as to do no harm
touches you – it’s with such warmth that you’ll forever be changed
cries – diamonds strike the floor like shattered glass
writes – her heart spills onto paper
laughs – it’s pure music – elixir for her spirit
But, when she loves – it’s with an intensity you’ll feel all the way to your soul…
Silent Reflections
Silent reflections –
observe all, yet comment on nothing.
stare back at me without judgement.
echo beauty and grace.
reflect blue sky and white clouds.
shine through to my soul.
Silent reflections contain nothing, yet everything.
Time
Is all time equivalent?
I think not –
Sometimes time goes by way too fast –
Saturdays, time with friends, alone time, reading time –
You know, all those things you love to do, time that passes way too quickly.
But, then think about –
giving TCAP tests, birthing a baby, time in a dentist chair, waiting for the doctor to get to you –
Ah, those things that are difficult, or that you really don’t want to do,
Those things take w-a-y too l-o-n-g.
So, is all time equivalent? – definitely not.
What Truly Lies Within
Always inside – looking out
Never outside – looking in
The way others know us
Is only deep as skin.
So much more to us –
Than outside looking in
can ever reveal to others –
We’re so much more than skin.
For if we truly know ourselves –
It’s such a weighty task
That most won’t undertake it
It’s way too much to ask.
So, before you judge another –
From the outside looking in –
Be sure you know yourself
And what truly lies within.
~January 2005
My Little Black Box
I have a little black box.
Only I know what it contains.
I look fine, I act fine, I never complain,
so I must be fine. I get it. It’s not like
wearing a cast, being wrapped in a bandage,
or having a deformity.
I know I’m determined to make it look easy, but,
take a peek inside and what’s there just might surprise you.
It might sound strange…
It might sound strange, but sometimes I must escape the temperature controlled utopias we have created.
I must escape to smell the outdoors – rain, river, woods, freshly mown hay…
I must feel heat on my skin, reassuring myself that the world is still there –
hear the glorious cacophony of earth’s orchestra.
I must get out, get away from the carefully controlled environment that, after a time, smothers me.
Don’t get me wrong, I very much appreciate being able to choose,
but please – don’t trap me inside.
To my son on the occasion of his 30th birthday – July 26, 2010
Where do I begin?
The years have flown so swiftly past as I have watched you grow from a newborn into a toddler, so beautiful -you took my breath away. You then grew into a little boy so funny and curious – you kept me on my toes. You had a fabulous belly laugh that could make the world laugh with you. We made countless trips to the library to keep you supplied with books pertaining to your current interest. Then you became a middle schooler – unafraid of being intelligent in a world filled with those who were unwilling to do the same. As a high schooler, you were an avid mountain biker, long distance runner, photographer, budding writer and musician. You were a self-motivated learner. You knew your own mind and weren’t afraid to do what you wanted. You traveled by yourself on both short and long trips in cars and on motorcycles. You graduated from high school 6th in your class and did so without effort. College was a bit frustrating for you. You wanted to begin in the middle, but had to begin with things you said you had learned in high school. After much exploration, you finally changed your major to engineering. This is when everything began to fall into place for you. After you graduated, you went to work, getting a job without even applying for it. You finally decided that you couldn’t do exactly as you wanted without a masters degree. A masters degree that someone else would pay for and pay you for working while you finished. Graduating with your masters, TVA offered you a job in their River Forecast Center making considerably more money than you had previously made. As I always told you, God made you smart and your Dad and I made you good looking, however it’s more important for you to be a good person and a good citizen of the planet. You have accomplished all of this. You’re my best contribution to the world and I love you with all my heart.
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