day three - your parents.
sometimes i wonder when i'll stop feeling like that little girl of years past, wondering what it would be like when i was tall like you. when you dropped me off at college and my eighteen-year-old self shed all self-confidence and clung to you and cried. when i was scared of the thunderstorm, but safe with you even if the house blew down.
the truth is, no matter how far away i am, no matter how grown-up i may seem to be, there will always be that little girl inside me who will call home for advice, who who will run to you with arms outstretched, who will trust you no matter what happens.
you gave me my life. you gave me everything i have. you made me everything i am. i would be nowhere without your love, a forgotten autumn leaf blowing away in the winter winds. instead, you gave me roots, and planted them deep in this crazy world, where i know i will grow and break through and grow tall above the rest. i owe it all to you. i love you.
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Friday, November 12, 2010
i was enchanted to meet you
day two - your crush/boyfriend/girlfriend.
i don't ever want to forget the way i felt when i first met you, when i first knew you. how we were so nervous, like eighth graders dropped off at the movies together. running off into the dark and laying flat on our backs staring at the south bend sky as you told me about the stars in africa. the way just holding your hand on the quad made my heart pound harder than any kiss from before ever could.
the way i couldn't shake you from my back of mind even though you were the last thing i should have been worried about. the way i loved you before i even really knew it. the way you make every cheesy taylor swift song true for me. the way you made me happy, so purely and sincerely; the way in which my home is wherever you are.
i don't ever want to forget the way i felt when i first met you, when i first knew you. how we were so nervous, like eighth graders dropped off at the movies together. running off into the dark and laying flat on our backs staring at the south bend sky as you told me about the stars in africa. the way just holding your hand on the quad made my heart pound harder than any kiss from before ever could.
the way i couldn't shake you from my back of mind even though you were the last thing i should have been worried about. the way i loved you before i even really knew it. the way you make every cheesy taylor swift song true for me. the way you made me happy, so purely and sincerely; the way in which my home is wherever you are.
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
maybe together we can get somewhere
day one - your best friends.
what is there that i can say to you that hasn't already been said? we are beyond what words can describe; we are in the territory where a hand on a shoulder can mean so much while a whole paragraph can mean so little. what is there between us that hasn't happened? we were thrown together and then pulled apart and then thrown back together and then pulled apart again. we have fought and cried and rolled our eyes and still, here we are, keeping track of our days through the signals we send through computer wires, through our thumbs tapping out texts and crackling voices from miles away. what can explain what we are? friends, roommates, classmates, surrogate sisters? we do not fall under categories contained in our language or any other. we are who we are, and i don't know how i got lucky enough to belong to it.
what is there that i can say to you that hasn't already been said? we are beyond what words can describe; we are in the territory where a hand on a shoulder can mean so much while a whole paragraph can mean so little. what is there between us that hasn't happened? we were thrown together and then pulled apart and then thrown back together and then pulled apart again. we have fought and cried and rolled our eyes and still, here we are, keeping track of our days through the signals we send through computer wires, through our thumbs tapping out texts and crackling voices from miles away. what can explain what we are? friends, roommates, classmates, surrogate sisters? we do not fall under categories contained in our language or any other. we are who we are, and i don't know how i got lucky enough to belong to it.
15 days
say something to each of these:
day one - your best friends.
day two - your crush/boyfriend/girlfriend.
day three - your parents.
day four - your sibling.
day five - your dreams.
day six - your ex-boyfriend/girlfriend.
day seven - someone you wish you could meet.
day eight - someone you wish could forgive you.
day nine - someone you've drifted away from.
day ten - the person you miss the most.
day eleven - the person that you wish you could be.
day twelve - the one that broke your heart the hardest.
day thirteen - the last person you kissed.
day fourteen - the person that gave you your favorite memory.
day fifteen - someone that changed your life.
day one - your best friends.
day two - your crush/boyfriend/girlfriend.
day three - your parents.
day four - your sibling.
day five - your dreams.
day six - your ex-boyfriend/girlfriend.
day seven - someone you wish you could meet.
day eight - someone you wish could forgive you.
day nine - someone you've drifted away from.
day ten - the person you miss the most.
day eleven - the person that you wish you could be.
day twelve - the one that broke your heart the hardest.
day thirteen - the last person you kissed.
day fourteen - the person that gave you your favorite memory.
day fifteen - someone that changed your life.
for this moment to arise
two things that give me hope:
To be free is to know who we are, with all that is beautiful, all the brokenness in us; it is to love our own values, to embrace them, and to develop them; it is to be anchored ina vision and a truth but also to be open to others and so, to change. Freedom lies in discovering that the truth is not a set of fixed certitudes but a mystery we enter into, one step at a time.
-- Jean Vanier, Becoming Human
&
How shall I hold on to my soul, so that
it does not touch yours? How shall I lift
it gently up over you on to other things?
I would so very much like to tuck it away
among long lost objects in the dark,
in some quiet, unknown place, somewhere
which remains motionless when your depths resound.
And yet everything which touches us, you and me,
takes us together like a single bow,
drawing out from two strings but one voice.
On which instrument are we strung?
And which violinist holds us in his hand?
O sweetest of songs.
-- Rainer Maria Rilke, "Love Song"
To be free is to know who we are, with all that is beautiful, all the brokenness in us; it is to love our own values, to embrace them, and to develop them; it is to be anchored ina vision and a truth but also to be open to others and so, to change. Freedom lies in discovering that the truth is not a set of fixed certitudes but a mystery we enter into, one step at a time.
-- Jean Vanier, Becoming Human
&
How shall I hold on to my soul, so that
it does not touch yours? How shall I lift
it gently up over you on to other things?
I would so very much like to tuck it away
among long lost objects in the dark,
in some quiet, unknown place, somewhere
which remains motionless when your depths resound.
And yet everything which touches us, you and me,
takes us together like a single bow,
drawing out from two strings but one voice.
On which instrument are we strung?
And which violinist holds us in his hand?
O sweetest of songs.
-- Rainer Maria Rilke, "Love Song"
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