Sound of Constellations

Sound of Constellations, originally uploaded by SeaScapes12.

I believe them all...

At Your Mercy

My palm extends,
a blooming jasmine
unfolding in early morning.
My fingers,
softly stretching off
the bud of my hand;
they reach to you.
Please, cradle
this flower gently
in your embrace,
look upon it in wonder
at the delicate beauty
laid before you
and completely
at your mercy.





Sorry I've been horrible at keeping this up. I hope to be better at this now.

Wonder Veins

Wonder Veins, originally uploaded by SeaScapes12.

Praying something extraordinary will happen...

Unsaid Words

Words.

Are they ever fully understood?

I'm not finding the right ones, lately. And, to be honest, I'm terrified of what they will say when they are finally discovered.

Time is Ticking

The big question is whether you are going to be able to say a hearty’ yes’ to your adventure. –Joseph Campbell



Yikes. I honestly don't know. I want to. Desperately. But I still lack courage. Still am paralyzingly afraid.


All I know is that I'm still sitting here, going through the monotony of life, and time is ticking.

I think my clock might be broken.

Step of Faith

I really need to do this.

Sliced My Skin

He was the only one
who saw right through me,
the only one who sliced my skin
to the specimen beneath;
his little crystal catastrophe.
My heart pumped in place,
squirting blood through my body,
crimson threads watched carefully
through translucent sliding doors.
He saw what no one cared to see;
no one dared to dance so close.
He broke me open,
a puzzle of a thousand pieces,
each assembly never quite
fitting as before;
his lopsided lover.

When the morning moans
in waking limbs,
he will fly on metal wings
away from me.
His carry-on carries my confidence,
my fractured figments he could not
fit inside the baggage so
carefully folded and checked.
A porcelain tear traps
my frozen face;
even ice statues stain scarlet.



Yesterday, I brewed my own coffee. On Monday night, I went to Caribou Coffee and bought a Mocha Java blend. In the morning I used my little coffee maker an old co-worker gave me when she left. I measured out the blend, added water to the maker, and pushed the "on" button. Soon enough, I had a delicious smelling aroma filling my cubicle. I poured myself a cup, added some creamer, whipped cream and caramel, and away I went. But I wasn't sure if it was good coffee. I usually go for the lattes and mochas, the stuff with milk and sugar and flavor, so I wasn't sure how coffee was really supposed to taste. So I asked my co-worker Bev if she wanted any, and I poured her a cup. She tried it out and said it was good, and that I had gotten the hang of it.

Success!! I'm very proud of myself in so many ways- for not stopping at Starbucks, for brewing my own, and turning out a decent pot of coffee, at that. I read something on my Compassion International newsletter that struck me- that if I cut down on one latte purchase, I could use that money to donate to charity, to donate to a worthy cause and help someone who really needs that money. I'm going to try and do that- if I cut down on my Starbucks even a few times a week, that money will pile up and I can give to one of the groups Compassion helps with. I'm going to try. So far, I've cut back twice in the past two days. That's already practically $10 I've saved, $10 that will help someone waiting to be heard and helped.


Now It's Day 2 of my coffee making adventure, and I still made a good pot! So, unless it's a 2 day fluke, I can brew a mean cup'a joe. I'm still really, really proud of myself, as stupid as it sounds. I don't know why I'm so excited about this. I really don't. But I haven't gotten excited about anything in a very long time so I'm going to take this newfound emotion and run with it :)