You Shall Know Our Velocity... or else

"I tried to nap, but now my head was alive, was a toddler in a room full of new guests. It jumped and squealed and threw the books off the shelves. Yes I'm one of the slowest talkers you'll ever meet but my head, when I have it and it's not asleep or being borrowed, is not slow. My mind, I know, I can prove, hovers on hummingbird wings. It hovers and it churns. And when it's operating at full thrust, the churning does not stop. The machines do not rest, the systems rarely cool. And while I can forget anything of any importance-this is why people tell me secrets-my mind has an uncanny knack for organization when it comes to pain. Nothing tormenting is lost, never even diminished in color or intensity or quality of sound. These were filed near the front."

brilliant duo

Separate Sprint

These words never fail me. 

Wondering all the time what gives meaning and why it's so relative.

hold her and keep her strong

says "I have seen things that you will never see"
says "Leave it to memory me, I shudder to breathe"
says "I will try not to burden you, I can hold these inside"

This is one I don't want to last

One experience I know I'll never move past

I will look for your face everywhere that I go

When Earth meets the sun I just want you to know

I have your opinions and I think that you're wrong

This world gave us purpose, you're part of the song  

I'm trying to chew what I don't understand

But you witnessed it all, you've seen it first hand

It seems that your marvels are simple and true

When all's said and done, babe, I hold out for you

love don't change 'em

Emma Kate

As I've described, it's like a new pair of shoes.

But forget the shoes for a minute, because now we're relearning how to walk.

I'm forced to wear them but I can't even stand without losing my balance yet.

The sores come and go; they are old and new

But the more I think about how much my feet hurt, 

the more I'm reminded that this has nothing to do with me.

You are you, and I am I

Although I feel something inside me has died

I see now it's only the dimming of a light

The same light I will search the world for just to be near you

You've done more good for the world in your 17 years & 126 days of living 

than most people accomplish in a lifetime

FOUR blind people across this nation have guide dogs at their side

Thanks to you.

My word is Movement.

I think your word was Feeling.

You felt everything, quite literally

And not so literally, you feel everything again now.

Your word is Love.

the start of something good

"Rebecca Paige, I'm wondering if you check your messages because I often don't because sometimes I just don't feel like it and YOU always have a full mailbox. I was actually surprised that I'm able to leave this message right now... but in any event, I am leaving you a message to say 'Hello!' I miss you, I love you. I'm sitting on a rock outside of my house and the weather is nice and it's a beautiful, beautiful day and I decided to stop trying to cut people out of my life and to just live. And it's going to be a wonderful summer, and now I'm just dabbling and I did take a vicadin and a half earlier and my mom and I got into a big fight because she thought I was addicted. But my sisters like, 'You're not addicted. Relax.' And that makes me feel better. And I ate solid food today."

mister fog

can't stop loving me now

PRAISING GRACE

put too much powder in my mix again

it's the same with the eggs overflowing one side of the basket

footing and balance

the on going 

search for 

a

settling to someday find your bearings

never know

if it crushes you - free it

you can't live for them, you have to sing your own song

if you can't imagine it - be it

no one else will provide the passion and efforts you show

if they laugh at you - love it

this is the encouragement that you've been waiting for

if it's a challenge - take it

you've been given the chance to falter and ultimately persevere

if it grabs at your heart right - live it

through those standards will you grow to your fullest potential

if you're partial to the night sky

can't help but be reminded of

"don't fix my smile, life is long enough

we will put this flesh into the ground again"

we've all lived our lives out of focus, for a brief if not longer segment of time

broken through barriers without any regards to consequence

laughed at order and pushed things till their very last straw

we make blurry that which we cannot confront

and until the particles settle, there's no way to see through that fog

allow yourself the recovery time

my branches

Maybe then you'll see it moves through you

sandy-clark-still-life-illusion

it couldn't be this familiar, so professing

dated and still timelessly bright-looking

it could only leave us to our own

only our own kind

Monday, October 18, 2010

apricot almond brie

brie cheese topped with sauce prepared from apricot preserves and Grand Marnier liqueur 

cheese is garnished with almonds 

1. Remove the top rind from the brie cheese.

2. Place the cheese on serving plate.

3. In small saucepan, combine the preserves and the liqueur.

4. Heat the mixture until it is hot, but do not boil.

5. Pour some of the sauce over the brie cheese.

6. Sprinkle almonds over top.

Sunday, September 19, 2010

goosebumps

I don't know where this came from but THANK YOU, Kat for posting the link!
http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=1201937040900

Saturday, September 18, 2010

hehe

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

portions in limits

"Glory is fleeting, but obscurity is forever."

Napoleon Bonaparte

(1769-1821)

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

boring tuna, boring life

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

all that

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

set out to sea

Reality is all in our own minds. We do not actually experience the real world, only the images, sounds and sensations fed to us by our five senses and interpreted by our brains.

It’s true that this fantasy is directly influenced by the physical universe but research has shown that we all perceive the outside world in very different ways.

Since all experience occurs within your mind, your memories of your life right up to this very moment are as real and valid as the dream you had last night.

So, is “reality” a dream? I believe that it’s more like a memory of what our senses perceived a millisecond ago. A story told to us by our mind to represent our experiences in the physical universe.

From an objective viewpoint your “mind” wouldn’t exist at all. An objective observer would only see the movement of atoms and electrons within your brain. Subjective experience is exactly that: subjective. 

–Bard Canning

artwork by Thomas Allen

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