Monday, April 28, 2008

Bluebell

once a beautiful riverbank, full of beautiful flowers,
the bluebell now stands alone.
One by one, the others were picked off by passersby or eaten by the deer
But the deer don't care for the bluebell
and no one wants to disturb the very last flower

so she stands alone on the riverbank.
was she not beautiful enough? or tasty enough? she wonders to herself
no, she was more than enough, better than enough,
she was precious, and strong
resilient
and without her, the riverbank would be lost of all beauty

so she must stand alone, and hope that others will be inspired by her beauty,
and bring others to join her

but for now,
she is
a single flower on the riverbank
the bluebell

Saturday, April 26, 2008

Green week is finally over, I'm relieved.
It was grand

unfortunately I'm having a hard time recovering and doing all the homework shtuff at the same time...

eh, school is over in two weeks, home in 3.

Monday, April 21, 2008

divided we fall, united we stand

today we watched some videos in anatomy about safe sex and STDs.
One video was from the 80s and was asking young people what their impression of abstinence or safe sex was..
anyhow, the end of the clip was of two young boys, probably around 10 years old.
the one boy kept going on about how if you know a girl and you know she doesn't have any disease and you both want to do it then of course you would do it. then he went on to say how you should use a condom and a diaphragm. His last comment, in reference to using both a condom and a diaphragm, was "divided we fall, united we stand"

the class exploded at this point

I was in tears

Divided we fall, united we stand - use a condom AND a diaphragm

Saturday, April 12, 2008

content

I'm not so good at being that

I really try, though.
but maybe that's the point - if you are content, you don't have to try to be or do anything different.
so in trying to be content, I am not.

darnit

Friday, April 11, 2008

the tingle

Do you ever watch a movie, and there is that scene that just hits a sensitive spot

you feel a tingle somewhere that is slightly unnerving but also a little thrilling.

I feel it in the pointer finger in my left hand. always right there.

profound, vulnerable, dramatic moments - the finger tells

Wednesday, April 9, 2008

despite the findings in my last post...

I am falling in love


with trees

and grass

and other more responsive beings

Saturday, April 5, 2008

I came to this realization yesterday:

Nature is uncomfortable

so why do I love it so much?

still working on that one....

Friday, April 4, 2008

It's going to be a good weekend.