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The Moon, My Friend

The moon, though, is a different matter entirely

Forever bolstering a light not his own

His limited and frugal glow

Barely enough to see by

Compared to his older sister

Who laughs unbashedly

And flings wide her embrace

At every chance meeting

Moon lits up not the sky

But just a path

Not enough to see the world by

And sometimes not even him

He promises to be by my side

Then leaves after a couple of days

He smiles wide

But it is pock marked and grey

No where near as joyous as his sister’s

He is always hiding something,

Never telling the full story

I would call moon a fickle friend

Not necessarily entertaining when he’s here

But at least he’s strong enough

To bare and show his scars

And maybe he shines just enough

To illuminate the important things

As for his inconsistent presence

Ever thought to wonder if

He wants to leave?

Supermoon, September 28, 2015 (UTC), Osaka, Japan.

Supermoon, September 28, 2015 (UTC), Osaka, Japan.

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Celebrate Their Sacrifice

The wind whipped my hair

as well as the dog hair

that was stuck to my swim suit

Water (or maybe dog drool)

sprayed on my face

as the speed boat raced across the waves

As I pet the dog

and looked out on the blue horizon

I thought, “This is life”

***

We celebrate the day

that initiated a five year war

and cost hundreds of lives

with fireworks and parties and hamburgers

with speed boats and late nights and music

because we are honoring the men and women

who fought for our freedom

by enjoying our life, liberty, and pursuit of happiness

We do not only mourn their deaths

but we honor and celebrate their sacrifice

because freedom should be something to sing and dance about

freedom should be celebrated with family and friends

Along with the flag,

our symbols of freedom should be

smiling faces and satisfied hearts

because I am proud to be an American

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Brushing My Teeth

I love to brush my teeth for a long time

I mean, a long time

because that means

I have time

to brush my teeth for a long time

I have time

waste spend on simple things joys

I can think

I can daydream

I can move slowly

I can pet my dog

I can look around

I can read the Bible verses on my dresser

I love to brush my teeth for a long time

and I love to have time

brushing teeth

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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! ūüėČ

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. ūüėČ

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! ūüėČ 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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