I thought about posting something that would get everyone’s attention
and freak everyone out (like someone else did this morning). 
Something that would have all my friends desperately trying to get
through on my not-working cell phone to find out what I was
thinking.  Something like…

I’m getting married!

or

I’m moving to Europe!

Ha!  I could probably just say I was in love, or got a job in Dallas and get that effect….
But I couldn’t bring myself to actually do it.  So…you can all go on about your quiet lives.  No excitement here.

We did go to a play called “Fools” this afternoon.  That part is
true.  And it was fun.  It’s fun when you know half the cast.

the weather turned beautiful at the last minute today.
i sat on the swing half-an-hour before sunset,
and could not bring myself to go back in until it was nearly dark.
the breeze, the sun peaking through the tree branches…
usually i sing when i’m outside,
and when words are not enough, music let’s my heart speak.
but some moments, like this evening,
even music is not enough.
i sat “drinking in” the beauty around me,
and realized that not one song that came to mind
could fully express the mixture of worship and nostalgia i was feeling.

so i sat silent, which is perhaps a good change for me.
and after a while i sang fun and silly songs to my little sister and she ran around me “making her own fun.”
and the night was perfect.

i wish there was a way to hold on to moments like that.
but then, if i always had them, would i appreciate them as much?
nothing creates an appreciation for anything like the lack of it once in a while.
if i lived in a sunset, would i be gloriously and constantly happy?
or would i tire of it and wish for something better as i do so often now?
even the feeling of longing is a beautiful thing.
i might have to remind myself,
but i no longer fear that there will never be another day like this,
because each day brings it’s own miracles;
because i know there will be other beautiful spring evenings;
because i’ve seen that God can send even better ones,
and He very often does.
i am content.

put down my thoughts in a letter to the president
penciled and packaged with all due respect
elvis commemoratives just for effect
never heard back: you think you know a guy

wired my congrats to chuck and di some time ago
all my love to the queen
my invitation was lost in the mail
but i know i was missed 
when they kissed 'neath the veil
i sent a nice gift; never got a note

but my closet's a shrine to an old friend of mine
here i talk all the time with a prophet priest...
i pull out boxes and brooms
and i gush like a groom
for it's here i commune with
a prophet, priest and king

if i indeed am misperceived
by some heads of state.
hey, that's great
'cause i talk to a prophet who tells me the truth
and i dine with a king at my home in duluth
better yet i'm in touch with a much needed friend
who hears my confessions and pardons my sin.

still my closet's a shrine to an old friend of mine
here i talk all the time with a prophet, preist...
i pull out the boxes and brooms
i gush like a groom
for it's here i commune with
a prophet, priest and king

~smalltown poets

http://www.christianitytoday.com/singles/newsletter/2007/mind0321.html

watched a very interesting movie and read a very interesting article…

all in one night.

i can’t even organize all my thoughts enough to make any sense,

but i recommend both.












and i forgot to do my laundry.  again.

pictures in the next post, but you’ll have to check
here for it because all my picture posts are protected and won’t
show up in your subscriptions.
let me know if you can’t see them and think you have the right.  *smiles*

Oh, glorious spring!

The storms were amazing,
a much needed watering for our poor trees;
but they have more of the exciting than the delightful in their faces.
The loud crashes; bright, startling light.
Gusts of wind catching you buy surprise,
and the feeling that someone has sprayed you with
the garden hose as the storm’s strength blows the rain
far onto your porch and in the front door.
Storms make you shriek more than anything.

But, Spring!–ah, spring…
Now I know what they mean about new lambs
frolicking and skipping in the meadows.
That’s exactly how I feel.
I think instead of going for a walk,
I’ll dance down the street.

Our first spring storm last night.
I haven’t heard thunder in so long.
I love snuggling down in my bed and listening to the rain,
the sharp cracks of thunder, the distant rumbling.
Storms like that help me understand phrases like, “rumblings in the deep.”

They say rain will come and go for a few days and then clear up.
I suppose after that we can all stand back and watch spring explode around us.
Everyone’s lawn will turn shockingly green and grow like crazy.

    It’s just that some voices remind me

    I’m not strong enough

    To put all my demons behind me

    And carry this love

    But just like an angel of mercy

    You take me by my hand and say

    It’s the way we mend


    We tear it all down and we’ll start it again

    And I don’t know how but you find me where we begin

    And that’s just the way, the way that we mend


   ~Bebo

I like knowing that there are certain aspects of being human of which we need
not be ashamed.

      it’s spring in Texas!

everything is turning a lacy green.