I want to be a blogger, I really do.
You wouldn’t know it by the frequency of my posts, but it’s true.
Life overwhelms, so many colors and flavors.
Some of them bitter and drab, others too sweet and bright.
And my very logical reaction is to curl up in a ball
and ignore every semblance of responsibility,
to cry like a tired child
who won’t admit she needs a nap.
This reaction may be logical, but it’s far from right.
And it takes me farther from who I want to be.
I – and we all – need to choose
what is important and what isn’t.
(The grownup word is pri-or-i-tize.)
And to pursue all that is lovely and pure,
And throw out that which hinders.
It’s been awhile since I’ve done that,
and it’ll be awhile until I get it right.
But it’s the only option.
and my summer job
makes me forget I have other things to do.
So I sat in the sun
in a flowered bikini
instead of dutifully writing
and for that,
p.s. my job
is not sunbathing.
Happy Tuesday folks! I hope you enjoyed your holiday weekend, for those of you who celebrated Thanksgiving and… those myriad shopping days. I had a lovely six days at home, and now I am back at school and back to the daily grind! Today begins the week in full swing with an eight o’ clock class and finished up by one that ends at five! With all the stuff stuffed in between, it promises to be a formidable initiation back into the life of a college student! So while I run around like a headless chicken, enjoy today’s poemlet:
Fibers are twisted
into a plait, and dyed
so that we want to taste
them. The plait is wound
and sits fuzzy in a basket.
It will be a scarf
that will blow in the
wind and cause lovers
to collide, or a
blanket to calm
the pains of infancy.
Or socks will keep the children
warm, and life will depend
on that fuzzy ball of fibers.
Happy Tuesday folks!
I apologize for being so neglectful this weekend. The semester is winding down, and I’ve been really busy and stressed. I think that for the time being I shall be taking a break from weekend posting, just until the semester ends. Then, get ready for Christmas season weekend posts! :D
For the next few weeks I’ll be doing a series of small poems on Tuesdays. I wrote a few little poemlets (don’t you love that word? :o) That I want to share. They’re short and (hopefully) sweet. So enjoy today’s little morsel of poetry! It’s called
and I can see
decades in the bark,
colors faded and stained,
outdated and torn.
If walls could talk
(which is atrocious, for they do),
this one would be brilliant.
I need no history book.
Happy Sunday everyone! It’s been a long while since I’ve written a Weekly Reflection! It’s been a long and stressful week, and I am so glad it’s the weekend!
One thing I’ve been trying to learn this week is patience. My college career will take longer than I originally hoped, and for a few days I was really depressed about it. There’s something really disheartening about thinking you are further along in something than you are, and finding that you still have a long way to go. There are many parts of my life where it’s easy to wish that time would speed up.
But I am learning that sometimes, just because things don’t happen right away doesn’t mean that they’ll never happen. God is not always saying “no” to me and the things I would like to do with my life. Usually, I think He is just saying “wait”. And that’s hard, because I really really hate waiting, like more than I thought I did. But through all this waiting, I know that He is preparing me and the people around me for what comes next. With His grace, I am doing my best to be patient.
In case you missed it, here also is a roundup of the posts I made this week. Be sure to check out the Purple Bluebird I knitted, and the link to make your own!
I also have two new poems up this week. I returned to my favorite topic, nature, in Allegheny Autumn and went a little brooding and melancholy with Black Hole.
Enjoy your weekend folks! See you next week!