Month: March 2015
A practice in prose.
Today’s the day
Today’s the day.
I thought yesterday was the day, but it wasn’t. I was wrong. It’s today.
Today’s the day.
Yesterday I was scared. Mom says that’s ok though. She says, even she gets scared sometimes. I don’t know what she has to be scared about. She’s a grown up.
But not me, not today. Today I’m going to be brave. Mom says its important to be brave.
“If we aren’t brave we never learn new things” Mom always says.
“and Samantha,” she says “you can be brave.”
“HOPE” IS THE THING WITH FEATHERS
By Emily Dickinson
“Hope” is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all –
And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard –
And sore must be the storm –
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm –
I’ve heard it in the chillest land –
And on the strangest Sea –
Yet – never – in Extremity,
It asked a crumb – of me.
Starry Night
For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream.
-Vincent van Gogh
I only ever want the things I can’t have.
The other day I went for coffee with a friend of mine. It was a spur of the moment kind of thing. I was helping him out with a ride to his car and neither of us had anywhere to be, so lattes seemed the natural thing to do.
The weather had been edging on spring all week. It’s the time of the year where you start to ditch your winter jacket for something a little lighter, even though you’ll still layer a hoodie or two underneath. You stop worrying about leaving your gloves at home or if you have a toque nearby.
But this evening it was slipping back to the inevitable cold snap that won’t give up before Spring truly arrives. The sky was grey and the clouds were chattering about dropping some snow on our recently visible city streets. The situation seemed bleak and we were both tired.
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Lets get eclectic
I spent a portion of my evening meandering through YouTube.
These are some of the highlights.
Is that sandwich turning you on?
SEXY
/’seksē/
adjective, sexier, sexiest.
1. concerned predominantly or excessively with sex; risqué: a sexy novel.
2. sexually interesting or exciting; radiating sexuality: the sexiest professor on campus.
SYNONYMS FOR SEXY
hot, inviting, mature, provocative, racy, seductive, sensual, sensuous, arousing
Sexy. To cause sexual arousal, and pique interest.
Wait. I know I’ve said it a couple times now, but lets just pause and think about that for a second. What comes to mind when you think ‘sexy’ (as spoken in a sultry, Jemaine Clement, Flight of the Conchords performing Business Time voice)?
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Fahrenheit 451 (1953)
If you hide your ignorance, no one will hit you and you’ll never learn
– Ray Bradbury
Heffalumps and Woozles
Fortune favours the bold or in the original Latin, Audentes Fortuna Iuvat, which literally translates to “Fortune helps those daring.”
This is a thought that my mind always circles around to from time to time. It doesn’t matter how long I’ve been off and away being brave and doing great things, eventually I will decide I wasn’t brave enough. Really, this is usually because something doesn’t go my way, or I feel I’ve missed an opportunity, or didn’t see the sign, or sat back when I should have leaped.
It seems just so much easier to slink away, turn your back, or keep your mouth shut. I don’t know about you, but for me, its one of those things I’ve tried to be aware of. After I finished university and set out on the ‘real world’ part of my life I found I struggled with the idea of who I wanted to be, where I wanted to end up, and every other big life questions you can think of. In this search I found that, you can’t really know. Or at least, I’m not wired that way. I can tell you what I want in 5 months, but in 5 years? I’m more comfortable with a go with the flow lifestyle.
Keep Reaching.
The difference between the right word and the almost right word is the difference between lightning and a lightning bug.
– Mark Twain