Saturday, June 26, 2010
For the Count
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Squirrel the Dog
Before I start this story, I must let you know that it is the co-result of my boyfriend and I as we sat through his brothers High School graduation in a non-air-conditioned building (Burrus Hall for those who are familiar with Virginia Tech). We alternated every sentence or so which will be shown with italics for Stephen. So without further adieu....
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Sputtering Words
My words, once, all a sputter
twirled and skipped into your ear
finding no rest they started to mutter
of all my unhinging fear.
so nervous was I, made to stutter.
things should not have felt so queer.
you said I'll make a good mother
but never will you see it dear
Although your voice, smooth as butter
my life was changing, shifting gear
"I love you" never did I utter.
surprised it ended, with more than one tear
On Gold finch wings my heart a flutter
my God did find me and together we're
in love unending, safe and pure; what're
we to do but dance, in a joy so severe.
This is a poem I wrote a good while back in the process of getting over someone and the realization of my dependence on the wrong thing. What's interesting is the insecurity and unease I felt with my ex doesn't exists with my current boy. It took being with someone who knows me and likes me regardless of the spit that comes from my mouth to see.....
I know there is some charm and fun in being nervous with someone you are starting to love, but it's premature, it's only the beginning the more charming is the comfort in knowing you're accepted.
It is like a great man of God and L'Abri once said
" The assurance of forgiveness and acceptance helps us to forget how we look to ourself and to others and we start to rest in God's love......Guilt disappears in forgiveness and shame disappears when I, in the depth of my being, start to understand that I am accepted."
-Henrik
Monday, June 7, 2010
Reflections in my art history
I was recently a chaperone on an 8th grade DC trip for the school I student taught at and went to in my younger years. I half agreed to go on this silly little trip, in traumatic heat with 11 small hooligans to herd, all for the joy of roaming the halls of the national gallery or at least the hirshorn galleries/sculpture gardens. To my dismay none of the 11 students in my group wanted to go to an art museum.
Sunday, June 6, 2010
An Ode to Post Grad
In May I have graduated,