Through you!!!! God :):):)!!!!!

What Happened When I Left a Poem On a Bench

Such an interesting situation

I left a poem on the bench

For someone to read, a particular someone

I wrote about them in my poem

Now I see him, the one I wrote about

Coming close to the bench where I left my poem

My goodness 

I can't believe it

The one I wrote the poem for 

is sitting

right there.

Next to my poem. 

All of a sudden I cant take it any longer

The suspense of wondering

Did He read it?

He's not even looking at it.

He put it beside him.

Now a familiar face wanders near the bench

One I've met before

She has a child

Her child enjoys my dogs 

They visit often

So I think about this all quickly in my head

I want the young man to read my poem

I ponder

.

..

...

Of course

I'll talk to the one I know

the one with the child

in her hands

I walk over awkwardly say hello

and tell her how I wrote a poem

About the young man sitting behind her

Playing Guitar

She says what.?

She clearly doesn't understand

I stumble through my words

But I sound worse and worse

So I decide to excuse myself from the situation

I walk to the young man playing guitar

I look him in the eye

and ask did you read that

He says no, I just set it over here

I say oh okay

Then I stumble on my words and say

Well you are in it

He looks at me confused 

What he asks

I wrote about you in my poem

So you should read it I say

Okay he says

I ask him who he lives with

his family, his host family

He's from Michigan he lives with a host mom and dad

He is here to play for the school of worship

Living Light.

I stand amazed.

My hands violently swing back and my mouth widens in surprise

I'm going there tomorrow!

For the very first time.

I stand in utter .. shock.

Shock.

Good shock.

But shock.

Was this meant to be? 

Apparently because it happened.

Happened all too strangely.

All too wonderfully.

12 years here and I've never met a stranger

Whom I've had the audacity to approach 

And now this stranger that I approach

Is really not a stranger after all. 

Shock. Utter Shock. Reality.

The Place Where I Live 

Glancing around me

I notice the sway of grass

Blowing slightly in the wind

Seven sparrows sitting in a tree

Chirping the evening melodies 

The sturdy maple standing upright

Dark green streaks lining the center of each green leaf

Another maple stands firm in the distance

Topped with cherry red leaves

Beautiful splendor of color

My eyes can scarce take in

I look up again and see the birds

Fluttering around in and out of circles

Until I cannot see them again from my view

These bits of nature are a gift

I didn't ask them to be here 

But they are here for my pleasant delight

Each afternoon 

There's some nature I keep at home

My two white dogs

Eskimos with fluffed hair

Digging holes in the ground

They dig and dig

Dirt flings through the air

Should I yell at them I wonder?

Yet I keep my peace

They didn't ask to live here.

Why don't I yell at the birds of the air I wonder

Or the squirrels running past my gate?

Yet, I am considering to raise my voice to my very own dog.

The one nature did not ask to take home.

So, I'll let them dig. and dig. and dig.

Until, maybe they find their home too. 

A funny coincidence in life 

We want to yell at the things we love best.

Why we demand such extremes from them, 

that nature itself does not request.

Sit back, I say to myself. 

Enjoy the life here, 

for if nature did not bring you here

And there my thoughts violently stop

As I scramble inside the house

to wave my towel at the smoke alarm

begging it to please shut off

My ears now assaulted with highest pitch

I wander outside to watch the sites once again

As soon as I sit down the alarm sounds again

.. happens three times.

Then as I'm frolicking around the house 

Waving my hands in the air like an alien on earth

\[]\

A young man walks through the park 

Behind my house 

With a guitar

Playing melodies

I look at myself 

I look like an alien

That's what I tell myself

So, I join him from far away

as I listen to his music

as he plays so peacefully

Until once again my heart palpitates out of control

to hear the alarm buzzing again.

I pick up the phone 

to yell at my dad for leaving the oven on 

to clean

and clean

while the house smells burnt

He didn't answer

The young man is called Zack. 

I know because his mother called him

He runs back home, down the gravel path. 

Away. 

My neck now hurts, my ears assaulted, my thoughts diminished

Nature can I still look to you

I look around

There's my dogs.

The birds, I see flying from tree to tree.

The geese I hear from far away.

I look to the West to see the sun slowly setting.

Clouds strike the sky with white array. 

My eyes adjust, my head adjusts

Nature you aren't too far away. 

Even So Come

A cool Way to do Multiplication - Waldorf Schools

My Lemon Trees

At the beginning of this summer, my younger friend Courtney & I decided to go to the store.. buy organic lemons.. make delicious lemonade.. and one more step.. grow lemon trees!!! :)
The process is really quite simple. First you need to make sure you have the correct soil- it's a mulchy type of soil- you can find out the right type online if you search on how to grow a lemon tree from a seed.. but basically you are supposed to plant the seed right away.. that means as soon as you take it out of the lemon.. you are supposed to plant it.. but because of the sweet sour flavors the lemon has, you are actually supposed to suck on the seed for a while- and then remove it from your mouth and plant it right into the soil. :)
It takes a little while for a sprout to come up..mine came up within 2 weeks!! Now it's been about 3 months and this beautiful lemon tree has blossomed! :) It's getting too cold out now to leave it outside (I saw a dead leaf fall from it) so I need to bring it in for the Fall/Winter/ & most of Spring time. It's going to be it's first non-summer months ever.. so hopefully it'll last in the house.
I have two large lemon trees growing and the tiny sprout one!!! :)

The Complete Making of Blueberry Rooibos Tea

The Complete Making of Blueberry Rooibos Tea

Elderberries, hibiscus, currant, blueberries

Emits a fragrance sweet and tangy

Berries picked fresh so they can be dried

Delightful berries are these

Loosely blended together as they await in solitude

Until one opens the lid which unleashes the delightful smell

Once again

---

Breathe deeply into the aroma for the second time

As the ingredients are poured into a white filter

Berries fading smell linger there in the filter

Awaiting the adventure that will unleash their fragrant scent

Here comes the pot full of tepid water

Water pours over the four dried berries

The berries once delightful

Now look dreadful

Hot water sears before being unleashed into the filter

Pouring out atop the berries

Water now falls into the pot

---

Alas, the third and final time

Odoriferous heavenly scent embellishes the surrounding air

Elderberries, hibiscus, currant, blueberries

Such sweet aroma mixed complete with sugar

I stand above the pot and breathe again

---I inhale---

 “””””

  ’’’

c(_)

The smell of ambrosial flavors enter into my lungs

Breathing out I reach for the pot

And there I pour my afternoon drink

Elderberries, hibiscus, currant, and blueberries.

 

 

 

This poem I submitted for my poetry class. We are sort of working on writing "externally" so that's what I kind of tried to do.. but I just wrote it up pretty quickly.. let me know what you think. It's kind of different trying to "write" poetry; I usually only write when I'm inspired. 

Come As You Are

:) Thanks to Free Speech

How beautiful is this?
To have a space to write..
that is not infiltrated with things that are not your own. 

I'm happy to have a blog- it reflects my thoughts and a lot of my life.

School is such a riot. I can't believe some of the things they make us read in school and you wonder why the earth is so polluted? I don't understand why we read things that are so horrible. I tell you, English classes can be so disturbing. I wonder why they think it's great to talk about horrible things? Well, all I say is...

3 months. :) YAY!!!

And what's great is that looking back ...

This will all be a memory :)

I guess as I am finishing college now, I can see my mom's request for me going to a Christian college. Yeah, I think that would have been an awesome idea, but I know that God took me down the path he did for a reason. I've had experiences and conversations like no other.. and I can be a light in a dark place- it's really Jesus being the light because without him I'd be as dark as night so I praise Jesus. :)

Clean Mind Clean life

I wanted to tell you something.

When you have a clean mind and a clear mind.. it's so easy to have a clean and clear life.

Let me explain,

This of all should be the busiest time of my life so far- well, it's actually so simply easy I cannot tell you. Now granted, I just started, but still... so easy.

Which leads me to believe this, that when you have a clean mind and a clear mind, you can think easily, respond quickly, and inspire and be inspired greatly. :)

This is just a reminder for those of you out there struggling with the times and craziness of life.. just stop worrying about those things that drive you crazy (worrying doesn't solve anything) and be proactive and productive. DO what you can, but DON'T do what isn't necessary.

Just relax, and trust in the peace of God to cover your mind and heart.