Monthly Archives: August 2016

Ready

School starts soon and

I’ve got everything ready.

All my binders are different colors

and the covers are decorated in pretty card-stock

that my mother bought me

and my name and class is written in purple pen

with a frame that is cut with those silly scissors whose blade’s are zig-zagged.

In a neat organized pile are my pictures for my locker

just waiting to be hung up.

I’ve had my first week,

not just day,

clothes picked out for three weeks now.

My backpack is something a boy scout should be proud of,

money, cold medicine and tissues, graphing calculator, extra lead, hair-tie and bobby pins, extra pencil erasers, stick-y-notes, mint, school ID

check.

A necklace that will go with any outfit in case if I am rushing in the morning

random things that only I will need,

a balloon, a magnet, a tennis ball

(even though I don’t play tennis)

I don’t have the kitchen sink,

but I do have hand sanitizer.

Last year I had four flashlights,

but I think I am okay with only one.

6 pencils, 4 highlighters, 3 colorful pens, 1 Sharpie

A 5oo page notebook that cost too much at Staples,

A Superman flash drive that my aunt bought me,

A birthday card in case if I forget it’s someone’s special day,

My calendar is all written out including what days are Final Exams,

Locker comb memorized and just in case saved in my phone,

Extra line paper

blank paper

coloring book paper

graph paper

. . . and yet somehow I am not prepared.

Me, the inside me,

I am not ready.

ready

For the Sake of

In movies

You lose the quality of the written word

the sweet, sweet literary devices

for the sake of visualization

You lose the narrative capability

for the sake of an actor’s actions

You lose the leisure and digestive qualities

for the sake of “Next scene!”

No time to stop

or you’ll miss something new

no time to ponder on something old

You lose control

for the sake of living in someone else’s rapidly expanding imagination

In novels

You lose the rawness of an action

for the sake of recording the movement

You lose the transformation of emotion

for the sake of the categorization of a feeling

You lose the flow motion

for the sake of a mis-configured reader’s imagination

You lose the purity of a glance

for the sake of qualifying it

Sometimes words can do no justice

for what only motion can

This is why life should not be lived in movies or books

but in the act of living

Movies and books can only be enjoyed

once they have a life to build upon

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God’s Glory

God’s glory is on tour in the skies,
God-craft on exhibit across the horizon.
Madame Day holds classes every morning,
Professor Night lectures each evening.

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Their words aren’t heard,
their voices aren’t recorded,
But their silence fills the earth:
unspoken truth is spoken everywhere.
God makes a huge dome
for the sun—a superdome!

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The morning sun’s a new husband
leaping from his honeymoon bed,
The daybreaking sun an athlete
racing to the tape.
That’s how God’s Word vaults across the skies
from sunrise to sunset,
Melting ice, scorching deserts,
warming hearts to faith.

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The revelation of God is whole
and pulls our lives together.
The signposts of God are clear
and point out the right road.
The life-maps of God are right,
showing the way to joy.
The directions of God are plain
and easy on the eyes.

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God’s reputation is twenty-four-carat gold,
with a lifetime guarantee.
The decisions of God are accurate
down to the nth degree.
God’s Word is better than a diamond,
better than a diamond set between emeralds.

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You’ll like it better than strawberries in spring,
better than red, ripe strawberries.
There’s more: God’s Word warns us of danger
and directs us to hidden treasure.
Otherwise how will we find our way?
Or know when we play the fool?

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Clean the slate, God, so we can start the day fresh!
Keep me from stupid sins,
from thinking I can take over your work;
Then I can start this day sun-washed,
scrubbed clean of the grime of sin.
These are the words in my mouth;
these are what I chew on and pray.
Accept them when I place them
on the morning altar,
O God, my Altar-Rock,
God, Priest-of-My-Altar.

~ Psalm 19 MSG

Mid-Sentence ~ In 100 Words

I have so many drafts

Poems or stories that stop mid-sentence

because they don’t feel right

like my brain is revolting against my finger tips and I can’t type another word

Emotions halted

Dialog hanging

Characters mid-movement

I have ideas but

they never come to fruition

So I do the normal remedies for writers block

but no matter how good the book is

my fingers and brain just do not line up

I have ideas bouncing everywhere to be written about

but I just can’t scribe the words

So I try and it’s going swell

until the flow stops  . . .

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Better

Oh how time distorts memories

how we distort memories

an old friend is always kinder

Grandma’s pie is always sweeter

the sand always softer

the past away relative always nicer

the sun always brighter

Oh how memories are exaggerated

memories turn reality into extremes

the winter always colder

the childhood vegetable tastes always worse

the pain of a fall always greater

the heat of a sunburn always hotter

the tears always saltier

the basement always scarier

Yet if we were to go back

and try it

or see it

or feel it

again

it would not be as good

or as bad.

the chocolate birthday cake does not taste as rich

the Christmas tree does not shine as bright

the hill was not as steep

the valley not as wide

Our memories brush over what we do not want to remember

we only remember the perfections and not the imperfections

or we only remember the imperfections and not the perfections

we choose what we remember.

But which is better

the memories or the memories we make?

Lessons From a High Ropes Course

Yes, I will be following the trend of writing a blog post after completing a high ropes course. And yes, I will be following the trend of telling you that I learned more life lessons than physical strain or balance. So, let’s get rolling with all that motivational writing and inspiring speeches! 😉

First, like many other bloggers, I figured out why I am a blogger and not a monkey.

I got stuck two or three stories up in the air and called out for my mommy.

Well, let’s begin at the beginning first though. I was born at Genesys Hospital  . . . Okay maybe not that far beginning. 😉

I went to high ropes course with my sister and my cousin. I had already completed three lower level course, I was feeling pretty bold so I went for the challenge.

I got challenged alright.

I was half way across the obstacle when I figured out that I was stuck and was getting tangled in ropes. I also knew that I couldn’t go backwards, so the only way was to go forwards. First motivational/inspiring/life lesson: when you feel tangled in life or just want to go back to better yesterdays, the only thing you can do is keep moving forward. You can’t live life looking in the rear view mirror. Neither can you live life looking backwards on a high ropes course. Instead of looking back at a haunted past or better memories, use those to fuel you in your journey forwards. Instead of looking how far you have to go on the high ropes course, look at how far you have come.

So I untangled myself and felt quite pleased that I had thought about that life lesson. I took a few steps . . . and fell off the rope.

Don’t worry, I didn’t fall three stories, I had a harness on.

That harness was actually still caught on the rope. Just enough for me not want to get it off the rope and just enough for me to wish it hadn’t been caught. With the harness caught I couldn’t wouldn’t move because it was an extra safety. So I did the only logical thing to do, I called out for my mommy on the ground below.

Oh, and did I mention that my hat had fallen off, my hair was all in my eyes and my glasses barely stayed on my face? So I put my glasses in my pocket, and without them I can’t see five feet in front of my face. Well that is if I could see at all because of my hair. Oh what a pretty sight I must have been.

Second motivational/inspiring/life lesson: do what the Bible says. 2 Corinthians 5:7 says, “For we live by faith, not by sight”. I took a deep breath and just closed my eyes, tried to find a way to get myself back onto the course.

Third motivational/inspiring/life lesson: God is like a high ropes course harness. God is always hanging on to us as we navigate the obstacles of life and will keep us from falling when we make a wrong step. It is okay if we make some mistakes because we know God has our back.

Fourth motivational/inspiring/life lesson: to move forward you have to trust God and sometimes that means letting go of what little control you have. To move forward on the course I had to let the harness slip off of the rope. I trusted my harness and it didn’t let me down.

So I finally made it through that obstacle, only to watch my cousin zip through what I had struggled so hard on.

She’s a monkey, not a blogger.

Of course all of this happened a year ago. Don’t be silly, I wouldn’t showcase my masterful failure days after it happened, I need time to lick my wounds! 😉 Fifth motivational/inspiring/life lesson: it is okay to admit mistakes and problems to others. 2 Corinthians 1:4 says, “[Jesus] who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves receive from God.” Admitting troubles can be an outreach tool.

A couple weeks ago I went back to that same high ropes course and tried that same obstacle. I don’t know if I deserve that old saying though, “Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me”.

I watched others complete the obstacle and analyzed what worked and why. I then compared what I learned with what I did wrong last time. Sixth motivational/inspiring/life lesson: self-analysis works. ‘Nuff said.

I completed with course not in record time, but I did complete the course. I had three secret weapons though: past experience, watching and learning from others, and I prayed the whole time. Knowledge is power, but God is all powerful, so I’d rather take God over knowledge.

Seventh motivational/inspiring/life lesson: God cares about and listens to even our little problems. Prayers don’t have to be all about world peace and finding the cure to cancer, prayers can be about everyday things or even about high ropes courses.

Eight motivational/inspiring/life lesson: facing old struggles with God can be empowering. You not only feel accomplished but also good because you relied on God.

Once I finished the course my mom’s first words out of her mouth were, “So when are you going to write a blog post about the high ropes course?”

Yep, I’m a blogger, not a monkey, but more importantly I’m a Christian. Thank you God for being my harness.

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Does No Justice

There is no way to describe

the lapping, crashing stormy waves

The height of the waves

do no justice

Pictures and videos and all that “technological advancement”

do no justice

The touch of another’s skin after being in the waves

do no justice

There is no way to describe

the lapping, crashing stormy waves

To describe the waves as a rolling pin over my back as dough

does no justice

To describe the waves as a chest bump from a quarterback

does no justice

To describe the waves as powerful as the lost of gravity

twisting,

and turning,

and pulling,

does no justice

To describe the waves as walking through waist deep snow

does no justice

To describe the waves as a million chiropractors all working their magic

does no justice

To describe the waves as a sand storm because of all the debris it contains

does no justice

To describe the waves as shouts from a mass of teenage girls at a Taylor Swift concert

does no justice

To describe the waves as a drink of water after a long, hot, hard day’s work

does no justice

To describe the waves as a roller coaster after the long wait in line

does no justice

Sometimes,

the best things in life

can’t be explained

they can only be experienced.

You can tell me all you want about

rolling pins

and quarterbacks

and chiropractors

but I still wouldn’t know a darn thing about the waves.

Maybe it’s better that way

for words not being able to

quantify

and classify

and categorize

and generalize

these special things such as

the lapping, crashing stormy waves.

One thing that I can tell you about the waves

is that I had a lovely time playing in them.

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