i actually have time to post!

I think it is a miracle-I actually have some free time-a whole hour!! Now that basketball is over I've had some more time to take pictures, so here are some random pieces of my life (all of these are unedited-except for a few that were "denoised" a bit):

a walk with my sister

seriously, i think our kitchen has the best lighting ever

a birthday party

a stunning morning-this doesn't do it justice

the rising sun was piercing the fog and it was gorgeous

yummo strawberries

And because this blog was for me to post what I write:

I was imagining the other day...

Ocean breeze wash my face in the warm afternoon air. 

The cool wavy water washes through my light brown hair.

The sand between my toes, 

the salty air in my nose. 

The summer in the sky 

and my hair is quick to dry. 

With the warmth of the sun, 

the day's nearly done. 

I close my eyes as sleep's soft wings flutter past 

and the day become a memory. (3/11/11)

HAPPY FIRST DAY OF SPRING, EVERYBODY!!!!

today is a day worth celebrating!
we have survived another winter,
we have turned the corner and spring is HERE!

99 cents of DELICIOUS

today i bought myself a snickers bar, oh it was so good! and like most things i find good-i took pictures of it. :) You can enjoy some of the yum in these pictures:

HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY!!!

oh what a beautiful morning!

Oh what a beautiful morning,
Oh what a beautiful day,
I've got a wonderful feeling,
Everything's going my way.

All the sounds of the earth are like music,
All the sounds of the earth are like music,
The breeze is so busy it don't miss a tree,
And an ol' Weepin' Willer is laughin' at me.
~
here is a picture of the morning-and i only wish i could capture the breeze, the smell of the coming spring and the warmth of the sun

it doesn't really look that beautiful-the dirty snow, the leaveless trees-but the sun is shining, the snow is melting and spring is coming-looks beautiful to me.

Dear Lord and Father of Mankind

Drop they still dews of quietness,

Till all our strivings cease;

take from our souls the strain and stress,

and let our ordered lives confess

they beauty of Thy peace

Breathe through the heats of our desire

they coolness and they balm;

let sense be dumb, let flesh retire;

speak through the earthquake, wind, and fire,

O still, small voice of calm.

 

-John Greenleaf Whittier

this is just a portion of the poem that was in my history book

words

aren't words just the strangest things?
sounds and syllables, meanings and rhythms, consonants and vowels, communication, poetry and songs, prose and speech.
and isn't poetry the weirdest thing?
a compilation of strange words, to form a rhythm and rhyme, a reason and a melody of words. to portray a thought, a hope, a desire, a memory a concept, a love, a feeling even though sometimes the silence is louder than words.
it's a good thing some of the oddest things are the most beautiful.
i really think there are few things that are more beautiful than words-
maybe just a sunset
or
an ocean full of water
the bride on her wedding day
or
the new born baby
the clouds of a storm
or
the smile on a face
the tips of the mountains
or
the rays of sunshine
on a summer day
but maybe the words that can hardly describe these are just as beautiful

spring tease

Walking down the street, i listened-
the birds were singing
the melting snow was dribbling down the storm drains
the tires were swirshing through the slush
and it was beautiful
i felt the warm sun on my face
even though i was a little late for class
my feet had to slow a bit to enjoy the
spring tease

love this song

When Somebody Loved Me

when somebody loved me
everything was beautiful
every hour we spent together
lives within my heart

and when she was sad
i was there to dry her tears
and when she was happy so was i
when she loved me

through the summer and the fall
we had each other that was all
just she and i together like it was ment to be

and when she was lonley
i was there to comfort her
and i knew that she loved me

so the years went
by i stayed the same
but she began to drift away
i was left alone
but still i waited for the day
when she'd say i will always love you

lonley and forgotten
i never thought she'd look my way
when she smiled at me
and held me
just like she used to do
like she loved me
when she loved me

when somebody loved me
everything was beautiful
every hour we spent together
lives within my heart
when she loved me.

toy story is the best.

from the mouths of babes-

"Sara, you can be kinda fun sometimes."

thanks.

 

WARNING:to reduce the risk of burns, fire, electrocution, or injury to persons:

(my sister got a new curling iron recently. we found some of the warnings pretty amusing.)

#6. never use while sleeping. (ummm, who filed this lawsuit to get it in the "warning" section?)
#7. never drop or insert any object into any opening. (isn't this true of most things?-like ears and noses)
#9. This curling iron and clamp are hot when in use. DO NOT let eyes and bare skin touch heated surfaces. Use the handle.  (thank you, i was going to try to curl my eyelashes with this until i read this warning.)

and these are to reduce the risk of death by electric shock:
#2. DO NOT use while bathing (this would take multitasking to a new level...)
#4. DO NOT use near, place in or drop into water or other liquid. (oh! lets see what happens when i drop my curling iron in this bucket of other liquid! . . . . . who does these things?)

cramming to meet deadlines
leaving work unfinished so i can sleep
overwhelmed by work
I have created time enough for you.

Matthew 6:25-34 (adapted)

Do Not Worry

²⁵ “Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will finish or complete; or about your grades, what you will have for your next assignment. Is not life more than school, and the body more than knowledge? ²⁶ Look at the birds of the air; they do not learn or practice or store away information, and yet your heavenly Father cares for them. Are you not much more valuable than they? ²⁷ Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life? ²⁸ “And why do you worry about your work? See how the flowers of the field grow. They do not labor or study. ²⁹ Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. ³⁰ If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you—you of little faith? ³¹ So do not worry, saying, ‘When will I finish?’ or ‘I have too much to do’ or ‘What shall we do?’ ³² For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need to finish them. ³³ But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. ³⁴ Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own."



*the italicized words are the ones i changed, and the bold emphasis was added.

believe me, if i had time i would post.

there are birds singing outside my window.
it is 51 degrees
it is a beautiful thing.

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!!

today is the 9th-

a good day to be alive.
for no particular reason.
and for every particular reason.

shovelling

the ice is heavy
thank you for the snow
the drive way is big
thank you for the place to hold our cars
the air is cold
thank you for the winter
the work makes me sweat
thank you for a body that can regulate its temperature
the heavy shovelfuls makes my back hurt
thank you for a strong body that can work
the shovelling takes a long time
thank you for day light and time to live

warmer days

There's hope my fellow New Enlganders!!!

there is hope for hot sand

there is hope for crashing waves

there is hope for green leaves

there is hope for fresh cut flowers

there is hope for guitars in the grass

and songs by the campfire

there is hope for tank tops

and shorts

there is hope for popsicles

and ice cream

there is hope for days unburdened by school

there is hope for 80 degrees

there is hope for summer

it's just covered in snow for now...

take heart-it will melt,

and spring will bloom again.

a different kind of music

the whisperings of the trees,
the crackling, swishing, wispy, music of the trees

the silence of the snow
the dripping, plopping, invisible music of the snow

the chattering of the ice
tapping, scratching, rustling, crunching music of the ice

it crescendos now with the conducting of the wind,
and if falls again, barely audible pianissimo 
until the Composer of the song wills it to end
and the sun will shine again

and sometimes the music is dangerous
and sometimes it is enough to break your heart