Diary? Nothing that I wouldn't tell a client. Not everything that is written pertains to me or my life.
The things I see, hear...the people I talk to, all influence or impact my thoughts. Just saying!

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Beautiful Yet Vicious

Crowntail Betta or Siamese Fighting Fish
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Raindrop
Surface Illusion
(I'll make his home a little better and give him some plants to rest on.)


Monday, June 14, 2010

Tinkers

I was to find two copies of a book for a friend and myself. I got what I needed and was marching through the bookstore, when the simplicity of the cover and the title of a book caught my eye and made me stop. Small, white, clean, with a tiny little figure on the snow covered scene. With a Pulitzer Prize. So many books and out of all them, I basically picked up this one book because of it's cover. When I read the bottom of the copyright page and the description on the back, I thought, this is just my type.
Life and death, the mind, memories, emotions, relationships, what indescribable feelings nature brings out...
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On and off, I would look up to watch the shadows get longer and longer as I sat on my lawn chair under the sun, finishing the book in one sitting. I haven't been drawn in by a good book in awhile, mainly because I haven't read as much lately, but this was captivating. It was that feeling of, don't disturb me, I'm lost deeply within the pages. It made me think, and brought out my own memories...
When my wisdom teeth got pulled. The breaking and cracking and the pull... When I clipped an ancient lady's skin under her nail and she wouldn't stop bleeding. Her big eyes and that look without a sound that broke my heart... Misunderstandings in life. The fascination of clocks... And it also put me in my grandma's perspective of when she was dying, maybe what she must have felt or seen...
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No wonder it won a Pulitzer Prize. It's good.

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I sat, looking at the row of young people in front of me, watching their shoulders rise and fall, rise and fall. Each breath, sustaining life. As the announcements were said, I got lost in thought, transfixed by that motion, of how simple yet so complex it is. Breathe in, Breathe out.
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-On and on the rain will fall
Like tears from a star like tears from a star
On and on the rain will say
How fragile we are how fragile we are-
from Fragile, by Sting

Monday, June 7, 2010

The Way I See It

"For who among men knows the thoughts of a man except the man's spirit within him?..."
1 Corinthians 2:11
-If I did not tell you, you do not know-