26 things iii...
26 Things has started up again with round three. It's a good thing you can't see me right now, because I've wet myself...
- July 2004
- Lines
- Mechanical
- Stretch
- Through
- Bottom
- Organised
- Different
- Far Away
- Green
- Mug
- Dummy
- At Night
- Liquid
- Artificial
- Out of Reach
- Switch
- Relief
- Blades
- Missing
- Underground
- Historic
- Button
- Popular
- Grand
- Exotic
- Delicious
{ I'm more than a little excited... }
agape
a stalk of grain
on a thin tower of green
rides the random winds
a grain of salt
seasons the cynicism
flavors a bitter politic
a salt of the world
preserves the flesh of hope
rubbed deep by calloused hands
a world of pain
spins in darkness
soured by entropy unseen
a pain of memory
the picture of innocence
torn and faded by years
a memory of love
heals deeper wounds
the comfort of mother's milk
a love of a father
stern and unconditioned
willing to surrender life
grrr...
i'm still having trouble with my hosting company. i'm having to create posts on coleman's site then move them over by hand. it's very annoying...
after being out of town for a week and now this, i've been very behind in posting... sorry. but, we'll be back on track here soon...
btw... thanks again to those who helped with the microphone fund. i got it in the mail this week. soon as i can get some stuff out of boxes and set up, i'll record something with it and post it...
news flash...
Just in case you missed it, my friend Phoebe has recieved some much deserved attention lately.
You go girl!
we're home...
Thanks for the prayers and well-wishes...
diaper ducky, you're the one...
If you are the parent of an infant and you do not have a Diaper Duck
™, then you do not know the meaning of indispensable...
nature wins...
If you never had the opportunity to pick wild honeysuckle as a child, to pull the ends off and suck the sweet marrow from the blooms, you have missed on one of the greatest of the simple pleasures of life. That glorious aroma dances across the air as you approach the vines, pulling you closer, inviting you to dine. "Drink me," they sing in aromatic voices. Like Alice in the rabbit hole you happily oblige and find ourselves growing smaller, growing younger.
To have faith like a child, we must be like a child, experience the unencumbered joy of a child. Children find elation in the simplest of things. To a child, what could be more exciting than colored blocks, cardboard boxes, and endless hours of peek-a-boo? Remember how excited you were when you were first told you could drink the nectar of flowers? The first time you picked wild berries and ate more than you took home?
There comes a day, though, when you stop picking the honeysuckle. When you take all the berries back to be washed before you dare the first taste. Then comes a day when you couldn't conceive of eating anything plucked from the side of the road, washed or not. Then comes the day when you regret taking the picture without tasting the sweetness hidden within the bloom.
