Friday, September 29, 2006

mind your business

Today I had the opportunity to truly enjoy my personal time. I stayed up just a bit longer after the Colbert Report and exfoliated. Very important indeed. In the past few weeks I have found a sense of stability that is quite freakish ... there has always been some sort of happenings and goings-on in my world. Though it is so refreshing. I find it is quite easy to get wrapped up in the gossip and drama of your surroundings. But just as easily you can simply step back and close the door. Just shut it. Can you hear my door slam?

I have always had a fear of shutting the door and never being able to open it again. So I have mended many friendships and relationships with the fear of losing, on missing out. But what happens if you finally just let that door swing shut? Dunno probably nothing. Eck! Excuse my rambling today.

I am appreciating how much more I have actually accomplished by minding my own business. I would REALLY appeciate it even more if others would do the same.
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Sunday, September 24, 2006

Milk Jugs

"No use crying over spilled milk" they say. And I'm not. My eyes are puffy at the sight of all this dry cereal. Such cinnamon-frosted whole grain goodness and no enjoyable way of eating it. All this material and no means of using it. My ears still ring from the hours opportunity knocked repeatedly but I...I just couldn't reach the door. Standing steps away with my arms crossed behind my back? Maybe. Or perhaps I was too busy, dry-eyed cleaning spilled milk, eager to pour another glass and set the table for who ever was knocking. I believe it may have been both. I have been slaving in the kitchen for years, tied to the stove worried about the next thing cooking. The next thing coming, but still knocking over glasses.

"No use crying over spilled milk". And I didn't. I'd quickly catch the liquid before it would drip off the counter and hit the linoleum. No tears. But I began to weep over the broken glasses, and the slicing shards others would pretend didn't hurt... once turning over my palms to find it mutilated and scarred. I never looked at them again, but since always felt pain in my grip. Milk continued to spill and...

"No use crying over spilled milk," they'd say. Well, I couldn't. My scarred palms finally could reach the door. Opportunity stared me in the eye then sat down at the table, the table I stressed to dress, but was yet to set. In hurry I made a place setting. Opportunity had arrived and all I could serve was toast. Why? Because I ran out of milk. Unappeased, the door shut and left behind was the echoing message "get out of the kitchen because it looked as if you can't take the heat" As if I didn't have the fire. I have made mistakes but I always have that fire. I'll be back in the kitchen cooking something new. And trust me this time I'll have lots of milk jugs.
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Sunday, September 10, 2006

I know...

Yes, I have been ghost. (thanks for putting the fire in my butt through myspace messages!) I will post soon, as soon as I have inspiration and access to the internet at precisely the same time.

So sincere,

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