Song of the Morrow

High will rise the dawning sun
O'er the land where all are one
So shall it be from sea to sea
In the green land of the morrow.

Sweetly will the rivers flow
Through gentle hills where time is slow
Birds will sing and hearts will ring
In the green land of the morrow.

Fertile ground will make the land
Sowed easily by farmer's hand
Head o' the plow ne'er wipes his brow
In the green land of the morrow.

Only tales will be told
Of the warring kings of old
Fighting none, the battles done
In the green land of the morrow.

Warm will be the setting sun
O'er the land where peace be won
So shall it be from sea to sea
In the green land of the morrow.

Zombie

Not at all a bad Monday
But I am so tired that I can baerly* type or keep my eyes open....

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*P.S.  I realized this is wrong.  But the misspelling proves a point.  Thus, it remains.  :)

Tommy

1975 Tommy, based on the concept album by The Who.
What did I just watch.....?

Late

For Saturday 3/28

They told Christ to save himself and then they would believe in his identity as the Son of God. But if he was to prove himself by coming down the cross he could only have saved himself and not all people. To live is to suffer. And even more so to suffer with others. But he suffered alone, when all had fled and denied him. Yet he did not save himself. Selfless love and sacrifice -- such is the love of Christ for the world.

A beautiful thought from Palm Sunday service (on Saturday evening.)

Work Haiku

Customer service
Patience, strong will, and manners
These will get you far.

Stranger Things

The battle is subtle
And at times they even agree
But only momentarily
Before delving back
Across the divide

Head and heart

Neither knows what to make of it
Logic finds equal evaluations
Intuition feels sibling sentiments
The only sum of the totals
Is an inconclusive conclusion

Soul says:
Wait and see.
Stranger things have happened.

Not my will

Not my will but Yours be done
O Evening Star and Morning Sun
Not my will but Yours alone
My Hope, my Strength, my Cornerstone

I surrender all I am
Trusting in Your guiding hand
You ask for the best and worst of me
Melting it to purity

D

We are not just friends forever. We are sisters. I love you to the moon and back!  You and I have the same spirit and I could not be more grateful to have you in my life.  We are THE worst. :)

The Illusion

The Illusion is elusive,
   fleeting;
a single verse of a
siren song--
A melodious Temptation leading to thoughts
that one is
   Better,
   More,
   Above,
because the Luxury to ignore and
     cover up
can be Afforded.

But there are fissures
   breaking through
the fast-erected Facade;
there are Gaps that give
   glimpses
of the World as it is,
of the refuse of Reality
that remains invisible to those who refuse to look,
who can Afford to
turn away.

Flowering III

"Gemma, they're doing it again."

Gemma turned on her heel to face the troupe of deer that had been following about ten feet behind them.  "GO.  A-WAY!" The lead buck seemed to stare at her in indignation for a moment and then turned into the direction of the neighborhood park, followed by three does and two white-spotted fawns.  "You too," she snapped at the two grey rabbits nibbling at grass that had sprouted from a crack in the sidewalk.  They just kept on eating.  "I'm sorry Rhea," she sighed.  "I really don't know what's going on."

"That's obvious," Rhea quipped.  "I'm guessing your plant arms haven't gotten any better either?"

"I figured the long sleeves in the middle of August made it obvious?"  Despite Amy's daily reassurances that it was likely just a weirdly rare medical side effect from some antibiotics she had been taking, Gemma's arm sprouts had continued to grow.  Each of her wrists was now encircled with a purple flowering vine and the original sprouts from her inner elbows were continuing to spiral up her upper arm, gaining a few centimeters every day.

"Did you really try cutting it off?"

"I told you, I did!  It just hurt like a bitch, but the vine wouldn't even give."

"It's just so insane."  Rhea shook her head slowly, "And now the animals."

"Trust me, I'm aware," Gemma groaned.  "They started showing up two days ago.  Wednesday morning I opened my eyes and the buck was just staring into my bedroom window.  And now the rabbits try to get in whenever I open the front door."

"Did you try carrots?"

Gemma smirked in spite of herself.  "What is this, Looney Tunes?"

Rhea grinned back.  "Some version of it."  They walked a little further, not noticing the ever-thickening flock of birds on the telephone wires overhead.  "What are you going to do?"

"God I have no idea."

"I think it's time to go see---"

"No way."

"Gem."  Rhea grabbed her hand, tugging her sweatshirt sleeve up just enough for the flower petals to show.  "This. is. not. normal.  Or even ... human.  We need to go see your aunt."  Her sky blue eyes bore into Gemma's deep brown ones.

Gemma sighed deeply.  "Fine.  We'll go see Aunt Nix."

White Noise

My mind is white noise
Spinning in two directions
Unable to steady
Or settle down

Spring Break

Hosanna Spring Break
Oasis of rest and peace
Never long enough

To be

We cannot be further along
Than where we are
We cannot progress without first
Being where we are
We cannot skip the process
Of letting ourselves be
We cannot grasp or make or try
We can only be
Now
We can only be
Here
We can only be
Present
We can only be.

Joy

Sometimes I have to choose joy,
Choose to find the light in the day
The light in people around me--
The light in things I don't want to do.

But I am blessed with many days
Where the light finds me
Before I know I need to seek it--
Before I need to choose it,
It chooses me.

23

... the age where I stopped thinking I had to have it all together, or that I even had some semblence of this non-possible fantasy and decided to go with my gut and/or let things be; the year I've grown the most.

And I Quote

Being human -- it's impossible!

Late

3/15/15

Had the thought, "If I was as wealthy as I am tired, I'd be a rich woman."

But wealth is as transient as fatigue. Or thirst. Or hunger.  It's a basic need that is only ever momentarily satisfied.

What matters more? Love.  Peace.  Dreams for the future.  Even these things can fluctuate. Even these things change. But to truly have these things means never losing them. The same love, peace, and dreams can never be gained back in the same way.  They are precious.

Just reflecting.

How Can I Keep From Singing?

Graduate recital was tonight 3/14/15.

I have never been both in and out of my body at the same time or had time move simultaneously slow and fast.  I have also never quite known singing from my heart in this way, for so many people that I love, until now.

I will never forget this night. :)

eARTh

Centuries ago, humans used to speak.  They sang.  They danced.  Painted.  Sculpted.  Drew.

They also argued.  They fought.  Yelled.  Screamed.  Cried.  Hit.  Kicked.  Killed.

Then we invented a way to hear each others's thoughts.  To experience each other's emotions.  At first it took the touch of a hand.  Then eye contact.  Now we can simply attune ourselves to whomever is in the room.  Someday we will have long-distance communication and be able to find each other whenever we need.  They already use this for escaped criminals.

When we took away all of our walls, we didn't need to express ourselves anymore.  We simply understand each other.  We don't need art.  There has been no new music for three hundred years.

But this morning I found music inside of me.

Recital Jitters

... I don't have them yet! What?! I'm just really excited to sing for all of the people who are coming and celebrate this accomplishment with them after. :) Vedremo....

Treat Yo'self

I got a fancy manicure for my recital and I feel so fancy.

In other news I'm bordering on mild delirium and need sleep, which is obvious from the quality of this writing.

Toodles.

:)

Spark

Pop
Sizzle
Zing
Crackle
Buzz
Whirr
Ping
Pow
Spark

Can you feel it?
I do.

Paper Heart

Someone wrote all over
My paper heart
And when they didn't want it back
I took it out myself
And clipped a new one
Out of fresh white printer paper
It's crisp and light
And flutters in the wind
Waiting for the next someone
To come along.



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I promise, this is nothing more than a little idea that's been floating in my head (and fading on my "idea whiteboard") for a while.  Tonight was the night.  :)

Reflect

He recoiled violently from the train window, jerked from his late night stupor by the sight of his own skeleton staring back at him.  The other two people in his car didn't seem to notice.  What a dream.

He almost laughed.  He was actually scared to look again.  Inch by inch he traced his gaze up the seats in front of him, over, over, up to the edge of the windowsill.  Shock.  Nearly sick.  Three human skeletons sat in the occupied seats of the cold, rattling car.  The lights flickered from a dead spot in the tracks.  The skeletons flickered, too.

Now he couldn't look away.  He raised his hand, slowly; the bones did not.  Relief.  Overwhelming relief.  It's not me.  It's not real.  Dreaming.

But it stood as he stood.  It floated through the other windows as he headed to the doors.  It remained still as the doors whooshed shut in front of him.  It wavered in the passing windows as the train started up again.

Then he was alone, staring at the spot where his reflection had been.

New Favorite Thing

New Favorite Thing: Yoga in Golden Gate Park on Saturday mornings.

Made the whole day bearable. :)

Of all the known things

Of all the known things
In this wide old world
The one thing I know
Is that life always has
Is now
And will keep on
Changing

Music

Oh to soar on the wings of a tone.
Nothing compares to such freedom of the soul.

Wednesday

I woke up early

I went to all my classes

I'm going to bed.

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I know -- the thrill that is my existence.  

But really it was a pretty good day.  Planning on doing it again tomorrow.  Woot!

I Am

Today I am
I simply be
And let things
Occur around me

Trusting

"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.  Then you will call on me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you.  You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart."

Jeremiah 29:11-13

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Not my own words tonight, but the words that are giving me comfort and confidence in the path being laid out before me.

Mountains

The mountains are in my veins
The cool fresh air is the sap of my life force
The pines sing to my soul
The ancient roots planted themselves in my core before I knew them
The sea is my heartbeat
The unceasing rhythms give life to my being
The mountains pines and sea are my home
The mountains pines and sea are within me.