God has sent me

an angel from above.

With listening ears,

an encouraging spirit,

an inquisitive mind,

restful and rejuvenating arms,

a playful, understanding, wacky, accepting & caring, beautiful being.

The love overflows, in no time at all.

Meeting, it seems, just when we needed each other most.

And when those needs are met and gone,

we'll both still be here.

I know it :)

God resides.

Late night chats

over the telephone.

Sleepy giggles
over goofy memories.
Teasing, a pastime and a presentime.
Inside jokes, savored to a tee.
Hours pass and feel like minutes.

These are the moments.

Talking with someone who's known you since the beginning of this stage of life.
Taking the time to look deep.
To know you; caring.

And you get them.
And they get you.

Oh, the things we've been through.
Here's to you :)

Ideas come and go.

Thoughts fly about.
Imagination plays and flutters in and out.
Some thoughts grasp your heart
making them harder to let go.

But just wait.

There's soon another around the corner, replacing the one that hurt but is fading.

Some light bulbs are best cracked and not replaced.

Others will shine again.

Who's to say which is which?
.and I continue on.

Throw your hands up in the air

and just surrender.
We can't always be strong.
We can't always know what should come next.
We don't always have control.

Don't hold on.
Let go.
Let live.
Live your life.
Let the pieces fall where they may.

I have no hand in this.
Except with which to pick up the pieces.

With and without a thought and a care
.I continue on.

If I were...

If I were a month, I'd be November.

If I were a day of the week, I'd be Friday.
If I were a time of day, I'd be 7:56 pm.
If I were a planet, I would be Venus.
If I were a sea animal, I'd be a scared to death.
If I were a direction, I'd be everywhere.

If I were a piece of furniture, I'd be a comfy chair and a half.
If I were a liquid, I'd be a white chocolate caramel cocoa.
If I were a gemstone, I would be an emerald.
If I were a tree, I would be a Japanese maple.
If I were a tool, I'd be a crescent wrench.
If I were a kind of weather, I'd be crisp, windless and partly sunny.

If I were a color, I'd be crayon green.
If I were an emotion, I'd be inspired, ambivalent, or yearning.
If I were a fruit, I'd be a banana.
If I was a sound, I'd be purring.
If I were an element, I would be adamantium. ;)
If I were a car, I'd be a 1969 VW Bug.
If I were a food, I'd be banana creme pie.

If I were a material, I'd be sugar.
If I were a taste, I'd be delectably sweet.
If I were a scent, I'd be a warm, vanilla-y smell.
If I were an object, I'd be a jacket.
If I were a body part, I'd be the vocal chords.
If I were a facial expression, I'd be laughter.
If I were a song, I would be (do you really think I could mush myself into one song? Shewt.)

What would you be?

(Credit to Ms. Lind for the idea for this)

Oh hey, I'm back.

Europe was classy.

Made me think America is a bit lame (but I won't complain too much).

Made me wish I liked tea (but I won't force myself).

Made me yearn to travel further (but I only have so much time and money).

Made me learn more about myself (boy, am I complicated).

Made me feel special (though most won't hear it).

I liked it all over again.

I feel a bit disoriented here now.

I wish to travel more,

to continue the disorientation,

to continue the journey of culture and lifestyle.

I want it.

Can I have it?

But what do you say?

And what will I do?

Frozen in motion.

An odd predicament.