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life goes on. it's that darkest time of the year. there is snow, it's beautiful.

 

let me tell you something about it. 

Tranquilizer

10 10 10 8 10 9 10 pretty rough, I know. Really it makes you kind of sick. But then try 5 6 6.5 4 5.5 6 4 funny, bought oughtn't you be feeling sicker? I sure should. But alas there are none. So here's a little of what I've been working on lately, thanks be to the parent types.



Gregs are better than cookies

Gregs really are better than cookies, and Glenns beat icecream any day. It's nice, really nice to remember the things that you're good at. Most of mine are nothing to be proud of. I have no magnificent talents. Still, it's nice to find you can make the world a little better in small ways. Gregs are still better than cookies.

walk along

 Life is about light, and what light you choose to see things in. Some pictures of interesting things are very dull, and some pictures of very dull things, can be rather interesting. It's really about the light. What light will you put your life in? It's the difference between best or worst days, friends or otherwise, happiness or sorrow. There is more beauty to be found. Focus on the good, and see the light.

 

better makings

sometimes your road gets closed off.

roads go a lot of places. there are so many roads, and so many ways to block them. snow drifts for instance. or basketball players. or construction workers slaping a building right in the middle of you field. some days there are alternate routes. other days there are alternate objectives. but then there is always the option of plowing straight through. you might lose your life for it. or at least your license. Clancy thought I should never have one anyway. Clancy is usually sedated though. clearly clance missed out. sometimes you've just got to make better makings of the blizzards than the snows estimations of your capablities. melt that ice and make your way. and if you can't melt, build a fort out of it.

 ...fort anyone?

Bite the Apple

Hope is not for easy times. The scriptures say that hope comes from faith, and becomes an anchor for our souls. Hope is for storms. Hope is for nights with no stars, and prayers with no answers. Hope is not vain. It comes of faith. Faith that if you act now, your prayers will be answered. 

you don't know enough to know what to ask.

  Inbetween molecules of oxegyn and carbon dioxide.

Only in dreams we see what it means.

And so it seems, only in dreams

I don't like being in charge. I'd almost prefer the leaderless mob. Won't you take lead? I'd really feel much better. Maybe the sinking in my stomach would go away. Maybe we would both think of me less as a jerk, and more as the girl over there, you know, with the red shoes.

My red shoes have almost no sole. But they sure do have soul. Feel the ground underneath your feet, every dip, crack and pebble. yo.

Sweet hat? I know. Life is all so much better. Chilling and whatnot. Work hard, play hard, and sleep whenever that ten minute window presents itself. Bring on the music, let in fill all those hurt spots and see if you don't come out a little brighter. Pray with all the heart you've got left. Stop worrying about others or self. Do good. Be good. Kindess may come back and explode all over you in a terrible way. But why worry about it. Kindness is too lovely to give up. So is music. The flow, the carrying of your heart. Melody merged with memory.

I like seeing you smile.

I know a woman with three kids. I love her. I am proud of her. I know a girl who gives up what she wants every time, for what God wants. Selfless. I know a boy who changed so fundamentally, because he believed God would help him change. There is no one I love more. I know a hill with my name on it. I went there for the sunsets. I know a hill far away from the other, covered in yellow flowers. I went there for the sunrises. There is a hill in my back yard, where the stars have shined brighter than all other nights in all other places for me. My grandmothers grew roses and raspberries. It takes a woman of faith to plant a seed. Laughter is the music that joy makes. Those women planted the seeds of joy, and laughter and rose smell wafted through our lives.

Sometime, we'll all come back together.

There, you have it now.

Take care not to mistake me for what I look like.