Sunday, May 30, 2010

Sweet Tea Standing Water

Aim above morality. Be not simply good, be good for something. - Henry David Thoreau

So, it's my first time in Texas. But I will definitely say it isn't my last.
It's absolutely beautiful out here. I woke up this morning to the beautiful sound of bullfrogs the size of grapefruits, morning doves, and the tranquil shift in tides of the lake.

It's been quite an eventful couple of days. But it's really given me a chance to reflect on what is really important.

I'm finding that the end of May is not only the end of Spring, but truly the beginning of a new chapter for me. We'll definitely have to see what it brings and I'm taking everything with open arms. I hope anyone who takes time out of their day to read this blog will enjoy this ride with me, and maybe learn something about them too.

For a few months I have had these bizarre dreams about being pregnant and giving birth in odd places or circumstances. NOT that I'd want either of these things to be true for myself in the near future, but I decided to look into it and see if either of these ideas in a dream meant anything. And I came across these two things:

To dream that you are pregnant, symbolizes an aspect of yourself or some aspect of your personal life that is growing and developing. You may not be ready to talk about it or act on it.This may also represent the birth of a new idea, direction, project or goal.

To dream of giving birth or see someone else giving birth, suggests that you are giving birth to a new idea or project. It also represents new beginnings or some upcoming event. A more direct interpretation of this dream, may represent your desires/ anxieties of giving birth or the anticipation for such an event to occur.

Summer is coming. And change is coming with it. I feel like my dreams have been telling me that for a while.

For once in my life, I feel like I'm truly in motion as opposed to standing still. I have the best friends I could ever make in my entire life, the most wonderful and kind man who takes care of me and loves me for everything I am (and am not), the craziest dogs anyone could hope to have (As well as a cat who if she could talk would have more to say than anybody I know.), intense yet uplifting motivation in my goals, and just a weird sense of something. Something indescribable. But something is coming. And I feel in my bones it's going to be good. Do you agree? (Thanks, Gavin DeGraw.)

(2nd) Time's A Charm?

Okay, so maybe my little plan will work starting tomorrow, June 1st. We'll see.

Monday, May 10, 2010

Love Out Loud

So apparently, I fail.
Maybe I was a fool for thinking I could really do it everyday.

So we'll start this again... again...

This is what is on my mind today.

When you love, you want nothing more than to shout it out on the top of your lungs and let every creature, living or not, know that your heart is singing and why.

But do you have to?
Is that necessary?

Are you making it known to prove you're in love to the world?
Or to yourself?
Because the last time I checked love shouldn't have to be proven to anyone.

Why do we consistently remind ourselves we're in love?
Why do we consistently remind everyone else we're in love?

If we have to prove it, are we really?

Monday, May 3, 2010


Well so far, I'm a couple of days behind doing what I said I'd do.
So let's try this again.


Things are scarce.
Sleep. Memories. Dreams.
Melodies. Images. Love.

Things have been scarce.
Last night I was horribly awakened by a nightmare I was having while I was awake.
And I haven't been able to speak since.

It felt as if everything I ever knew was wrong.
Everything look distorted and out of view.
Sort of like a German expressionistic photograph.

It seems as if words are the scarcest thing.


Fresh out of stock.