a fallish winter.

Happy Thanksgiving.

Happy birthday to mom.

Christmas Eve is a month away.

i've been practicing my smile:

i've also been enjoying the short stories of Brian Andreas.

it reminds me of that idea of little blogs turned into books.

"Going Somewhere Soon"

here's a few excerpts:

---

"i moved a lot when i was young

& i still ache a bit at

the thought of all those autumns

in new & unfamiliar landscapes."

---

"i made a bed of nails once like

they do in India

but my mom said i'd need my tetanus shots first.

so after awhile i just leaned it

against the garage & threw apples at it

& watched them stick."

---

"he told me that the night his mother died,

there were storms & far away

he saw purple lightning

& someone left the window open

& the room filled with a

swirl of butterflies

& she slipped out quietly

without anyone noticing

& i'm sure the grief was

softer because of that."

---

well

what to do. do to what? what to do.

grandfather

86 years worth of rich stories!

sadly, i hadn't heard any of them..

until that summer night

3 months ago.

we were driving him home after my Aunt's graduation.

a two hour drive--

and he talked most of the way.

it was the most i'd heard him talk in my whole life.

i soaked it up like a little sponge.

i found out he used to have a pet Otter named Ollie.

it was his best buddy.

he'd feed it fish and teach him tricks!

he also told us a story that he said no one would believe.

a few years ago he was locking the gate at the old farm..

he said he shut his eyes and left his body.

he said he was in an old rocking chair and was flying or "gliding" above the back part of town

and could see things happening below, but no one could see him.

he said he flew above the old Ebenezer cemetery.

he was very aware of where he was the whole time.

he said it lasted for some time, and then he decided to go back to the farm.

he opened his eyes and was back.

he said it felt amazing.

and i believed every word he said.

the oldest.

a natural with people, with piano, with words.

it hurts to see so much potential waste away.

someone once said she was a cat with nine lives.

don't let her land on all fours today, Lord.

that's how much i love her.

life choices CAN be redeemed.

"punishment that hurts will chase evil from the heart.." -Proverbs 22:15

away in a manger..

lil peeweepuppy.

PinkPupDesign on Etsy.

trouble

an equally beautiful video to go with one of Coldplay's best songs.

possibly my favorite music video ever?

there are so many little things in it that pull me in..

this will probably be my next cover on my channel.

YouTube is really becoming strict on embedding (which makes no sense

to me!!)

so this is the best i could find.. which it'll probably be disabled too once it gets enough hits.

i suggest this video be watched here instead:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kHg-PhseKOQ

nice & clear. expand the screen & put on those headphones.

class early, goodnight.

17 Nov 10

i hear that it's raining.

i step outside for a breath of fresh air.

clouds move swiftly across the moon like a thousand gray doves.

muted lavender and navy never looked so pretty together.

i see one star. or is it an airplane?

i'm not sure.

drip drip drip.

my hand catches some of the splash.

the door opens and my sister's youngest walks out.

we look up together.

he wants to know how the moon is moving so fast...

drip drip.

i try to explain that it is only the clouds that are moving.

only the air that is pushing.

my words seem too much.

i loosen my depiction of the sky.

drip.

...we spend the next few minutes watching the moon take flight.