Lucidity in the Face of Fire

Had a dream last night that I watched a meteor fall. I was in a park, in Wisconsin, getting ready to meet Dustin. We were talking on the phone when I noticed a streak of light in the sky getting larger, closer. It reached out of the distance, all at once, yet in slow motion...burning blue - the size of a 1 story building. I happened to be standing by a pool, so when it hit, I jumped in and huddled under water as the blast and burning debris flew above and churned the water around me.

Somehow I managed to hold my breath long enough to survive, and when I emerged, everything had changed, yet nothing looked terribly different. There was a huge crowd forming, and I began to walk around and listen to neighborhood kids as they described what they had seen. My phone survived, as only it could in a dream, so I began to take video of everything. The last thing I remember is taking video of a boy and his sister. He had named the meteorite Orion's Foot because of where it had fallen from. He had tracked it in his telescope.

Hands

My hand,
In search of yours
Reaches out
Touches nothing.
Touches what it can;
A blanket, a pillow,
Poreclin, moist and cool -
Stark in contrast
With the near scalding water
Of this near nightly tub.
But these things
Are breathless.
No take, all give,
And what softness they lend,
Your rough fingers lacked.
What tenderness lived -
There in your far-off palms -
Will not be matched
In your inanimately filled absence.
So out reaches
My hand,
Searching
(without my full consent).

This One is for the Author

There lies thin a haze over this sleepy Christian city, and I, a misfit child of some other, less-descript non-dogma, sit content amidst the halflights that will not dim. Here, on the edge of consumerist havens, brick facades litter my birds eye view, patches in an incomplete verticle quilt. But up, up a few miles, past the feeble glow of suburbia, past the steady trail of air traffic flowing reassuringly from the South, crisp winter skies give way to vastness.
Numb fingers make slow and steady work of voicing the wordless healing of sensitive vitals, but peaceful reflection amongst stars feeds the soul unsparingly. This moment knows little of past events; last year's squabbles, or poignant dreams. This place remains safe from intrusion...no jarring memories of what could be or what has. Simple, clear, and barely even a passing notion of wishing for you here.

Last years trials were somewhat other than simply personal, and as such I made a choice to take a step back from this blog for a while. I made a commitment to air out as little laundry as possible here, at least as it concerned others, and I'm happy to have stuck to that resolve. This year marks the beginning of a new era for me. It had to start out a bit differently than planned for me to fully see where I was, and I'm still pretty uncertain about exactly where I'm headed, but the past two weeks have given me an almost entirely foreign (until now) insight into where I am. Its a huge work in progress, but I think I'm learning something big - how to feel comfortable in my own damn skin. Years I've spent pretending...raging, whining, crying, smiling, dancing, and generally waiting for something to click. And you know what? It never did.

What did happen, however, was something between relaxing into a comfortable dream, and waking up to realize that it simply doesn't matter. I am this, and I may not be anyone's ideal - hell, I'm not even my own - but that's fine. This work in progress is messy and beautiful, and the people who see me clearly get it & love me greatly without being afraid of any of the chaos, or trying to change even the slightest molecule of my wild (yet somehow altogether mellow) energetic mess. They stand by, let our atoms mingle, share stories, smiles and tears, and then continue on, knowing we'll share it all again soon.

I'm not always that confident, and one of my greatest wishes is that I will develop that skill. To trust that those around me will stay near. I've leant my heart out and had it put back prematurely a few too many times not to be a little concerned in that department.  Maybe next year I'll be able to report better news there. I just hope that the man who starts to mend that organ will stick around in earnest, long enough to see the job through.

And there it is...can you tell I stepped inside? Warmer hands, warmer heart...and much more vocal. Well, its a lovely night, in any case, and I'm happy to be crawling into a big warm bed - one that for now at least, I get to keep entirely to myself.

Words

It never fails to amaze me, how a simple sentence, casually written, can hold the weight of a dozen or so years. How in a moment, you can behold something simple, transformed into truth you never intended.

I love words. They are exquisite, trixy creatures, full of mischief and sympathy. Were I anything other than me, I would certainly long to be, a string of characters, forming elegant, simple prose.

The spores! The spores! Close that window or you'll let in the spores!

The air is stale tonight, as though someone has left the windows to the Earth's atmosphere closed up for too long.

My evening's plan to drink some beer and curl up on the couch stopped at one Octoberfest in favor of water, although I wish I had orange juice instead.

I reek of anxiousness. It comes out in my tissues as I blow my nose. When I stand outside, facing the wind, onlookers surely see my eagerness to be swept far away. For all the contentment yesterday brought me, today I am filled with urgency to claim unrealized dreams.

None of this goes beyond subtle discomfort, mind you. The lesson to be learned this year is patience, and my life will not let me get around it. I will feel longing, it seems, and have to learn to work towards tomorrow (or someday) one day at a time.

It is probably fair to say that it is actually act of working towards my goals that makes me even more anxious to see them come to fruition...a good sign, I suppose. I have long neglected my posts here on the blog because let's be honest, there's only so much a person can delve into personal things, and my novel has turned into a memoir/commentary on socioeconomic economic conditions relevant to me and many of my peers. I am cheating on my blog with my book, and it feels quite nice, actually. My apologies - I will make a commitment to popping on with updates a tad more often.

Just as that is said, I am feeling myself inspired to spend some quality time with my mistress, so I must bid you adieu.

Breathe lightly, and for god's sake, someone open a window!

My Glass Slippers

I feel a bit like Cinderella right now. The apartment is mine, until the stroke of 10:30pm, and then, regrettably, I must flee to the safety of my bedroom, dashing so quickly that I leave peace and solitude behind. There they shall lie until I can pick them up again, in another quiet moment, destined to happen eventually, but hope for its quick arrival is fitful at best.

These glass slippers of mine are not uncommon. Many find them and wear them, and are glad when they fit just right. It is not riches that buy them, and no exquisite jewels bedazzle their gentle crests; Instead, they are found only with time, that precious mystery which so governs our lives. Yes, in time, I will walk comfortably in my glass slippers again. Until then, barefoot privacy will have to do.

It's been a day.

My dad had a shirt when I was growing up that said a Pixel is worth a thousand words. Graphics puns are fun, don't you think? Well, since this is pixelated, I will have to agree, and hopefully it will suffice. If you can't make out the text, the key phrase is, "You know, Hobbes, some days even my lucky rocketship underpants don't help."

New Additions

Here they are, in their internet debut.

Kitten labor services, please be informed that although I will certainly be exploiting these little sweethearts and their adorable faces in MANY photographs, they will never be harmed or disturbed in the process. This gig is rewarded with much love and good food/company.

To everyone else, please meet the most lovely and handsome, Cali and Hobbes.




Hobbes, is the orange tiger stripped (mackerel) tabby, and Cali, his sister, is the grey and brown mackerel tabby, who sports a few golden, calico-esque spots. They are the most recent additions to my life and home, and are little bundles of amusement, joy, and yes, just a little bit of aggravation. Generally speaking though (after only a few days of knowing them), they bring far more joy than stress to life.
Kittens, of course, come with a whole batch of hurdles to tackle. Luckily, Cali and Hobbes, are both taking very well to their litter boxes, and have made a great transition from being essentially feral kittens (living under my dad's deck) to being happy, well adjusted indoor felines. They still tend to shy away a bit when approached to quickly, but Cali loves massages, and Hobbes has been known already to sprawl out and enjoy a good belly-rub. I'm guessing that within the week we'll be on pretty familiar terms.














Tavi, is a big fan of our new friends. Sadly, they come at a time when one of his childhood cats (at home with his mum) may be on the verge of passing away. She is quite old, and has lived a full life...and although its really going to be difficult when she goes, I'm sure it will be peaceful. She is in good hands.

This weekend has been a whirlwind of adjustment...even including a run-in with many ticks. I'm glad to say we've all made it through. Tavi especially had a wild ride - or run, rather, as he participated in the Tough Mudder competition in WI this weekend. He did great...lots of cramps and some beaten up knees, but that's life in a nutshell, right? If you're not sure what Tough Mudder is, definitely check it out here. It is a very impressive course, designed to push participants to their limits. If you're interested, I'm fairly certain there are still plenty of events still open for registration.

That's all for me tonight. I'm beat, and still recovering from a bit of a summer cold.

Stupid summer cold.

Anyone catch THAT reference?

Kitten(s?)

Yeah, that's right. Tomorrow. :)
I couldn't be more excited!

Well, I probably could, with a few more changes...but that's NOT the point.

More to follow shortly!

A Very Brief Introduction

My name is Whimsy.
I am the unlikely daughter of
Prudent and Carefree.
Nights long past gone
Created everything I am,
But nowhere near all that I will be...