Look at all the wind blow and see the thick white feather-like cascade of falling snow. Does it remember the land it lands on, the one it knew so long ago when it was just a pool of water? Did it know it would be traveling to Utah in the future and gracing us with it's chilling presence? It, like us, goes through many seasons. It chills us in winter and cools us in summer. It may have been drunk by a seasonal plant or swam in just months ago. Enough of that now, the snow says, now I am falling on your door step until the world is a warmer place. I will only leave you if I am shown warmth. Then perhaps I will go. Don't think you got off easy, next year you will meet more of my family.
Strange then that for us this passing season should be comprised of the very water that bound Noah away upon its bosom. Timeless and still subject to the chill in the air. A weather-bound reminder that the sun rules all in his glorious dominion. Orbiters of his majesty, the snow-flakes melt at the very gaze. Still then does man speak with the God who can stop it's passage across our sky and juggle the planets like a performer without dropping a single spinning orb. But, here we are. The snow falls on us in mock-victory and renewal before we fall upon it on our way to work, school, and life.
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Monday, November 22, 2010
Welcome
Greetings to all and congratulations! You have looked at my blog. This is a small detached peace of me, something you can see without actually facing me. It is instructive to thoughts, attitudes, and abstract sources of my imagination. I welcome you all if you didn't all feel welcome already. You should, the purple border is mesmerizing, yes? For me it is. If anything this blog is an outsourced me and you are all invited (all twelve of you) to read through it. Like much of me you will have to look through layer after layer if you really want to find anything of value, or just admire the semi-coherent words that seem to flow from my mind. Welcome welcome welcome.
Let me emphasize expression and the necessity of it. Expression in every form, light and dark. When one is expressive one is self-aware and when one is self aware one is able to grow. Expression requires an audience of some sort, even if that audience is ourselves (we should all make ourselves our own audience quite often to show ourselves what we can do). Nothing is better than being quite honestly impressed with what we are able to do (however the means, God being the ultimate source). We can't be proud of anyone else, truly prideful (only in our opinions of them), and thus it is when we see ourselves from an audience perspective we are not prideful, we are delighted. Wow, how did we do that?
Welcome again and congratulations! You are someone and you have that someones abilities. Don't forget to perform, and don't forget to be an audience.
Let me emphasize expression and the necessity of it. Expression in every form, light and dark. When one is expressive one is self-aware and when one is self aware one is able to grow. Expression requires an audience of some sort, even if that audience is ourselves (we should all make ourselves our own audience quite often to show ourselves what we can do). Nothing is better than being quite honestly impressed with what we are able to do (however the means, God being the ultimate source). We can't be proud of anyone else, truly prideful (only in our opinions of them), and thus it is when we see ourselves from an audience perspective we are not prideful, we are delighted. Wow, how did we do that?
Welcome again and congratulations! You are someone and you have that someones abilities. Don't forget to perform, and don't forget to be an audience.
Monday, November 15, 2010
Cylindrical us
A little bit of anything on a cold day could be counted as abundance. Some are reminded of the little match-stick girl outside windows, her last worldly possessions burning to keep her warm as she watches the festivities of us all. Chilling.
In all actuality, however, I think most are well to do in America. In Utah, at least, one doesn't often see anyone besides the rare professional beggar by the side of temple square. A starving child wouldn't last five seconds before some casserole crafting mother did something. I didn't make it ten miles on the freeway without a mini-van asking if I needed a ride. Case and point: Utah is a happy place, right? I think more dangers lie in comfort for us than in poverty.
In less than two weeks time we will soon be subject to "everyone look at a turkey" day. This proceeds into "Look at it fried, baked, and cooked." This leads to "Turkey sandwich day." This one bird, a bird that was once proposed to be the bird of America, is the sole subject of affection in our Thanksgiving dinner. How did this happen? Are we really all obsessed with its breasts? One thing is certain, you won't be eating a bald-eagle this Thanksgiving. The turkey is more America's bird than ever.
Am I speaking against eating much in thanksgiving? Nay. I am just bringing awareness to the strangeness of this wonderful season. I will say what it does do. It does bring family together. It does bring a unique spice to us. It does make us all feel like we have a bit too much, no matter who we are or what status our finances happen to be in. So come all, let's eat stuffing, cut down the turkey population (those frightening birds), and chat with our family in a merry sort of way. Much to be thankful for indeed.
In all actuality, however, I think most are well to do in America. In Utah, at least, one doesn't often see anyone besides the rare professional beggar by the side of temple square. A starving child wouldn't last five seconds before some casserole crafting mother did something. I didn't make it ten miles on the freeway without a mini-van asking if I needed a ride. Case and point: Utah is a happy place, right? I think more dangers lie in comfort for us than in poverty.
In less than two weeks time we will soon be subject to "everyone look at a turkey" day. This proceeds into "Look at it fried, baked, and cooked." This leads to "Turkey sandwich day." This one bird, a bird that was once proposed to be the bird of America, is the sole subject of affection in our Thanksgiving dinner. How did this happen? Are we really all obsessed with its breasts? One thing is certain, you won't be eating a bald-eagle this Thanksgiving. The turkey is more America's bird than ever.
Am I speaking against eating much in thanksgiving? Nay. I am just bringing awareness to the strangeness of this wonderful season. I will say what it does do. It does bring family together. It does bring a unique spice to us. It does make us all feel like we have a bit too much, no matter who we are or what status our finances happen to be in. So come all, let's eat stuffing, cut down the turkey population (those frightening birds), and chat with our family in a merry sort of way. Much to be thankful for indeed.
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Watch me, starlight
Inadequate to capture the distant gaze of hundreds of speckled eyes. Inadequate to change the distance of the Earth from the sun. Inadequate to raise hell into the hearts of every cold living human. But, applauding those who can, I elaborate on something I do. Watch me, starlight, see that I don't bequeath your spider-eyes to those blind men on the sea of city lights, that distant floating vassal in the night valley. I may sail my ship over distant ridge and hill to your humble shops ere midnight to buy pizza, but that does not make you the harbinger of joy. Merely the recipient of it
Ode to them who stop at night and say there is no longer any day. They should be sleeping if they cannot handle the audience of an evening walk. Stop. Before you bring me morning, listen. I don't know where my tomorrow is (it comes to me), all I know is where I am right now. Catch me if you can, then, as hard as I run the sink water and douse the night air with another reborn dish. A sprinkle of hope. Let me breath life into another dying moment and let home be home once more. People no longer burn the midnight oil, they start the unsung jobs.
Hold, I'm not letting you get away that easily. There is still the matter of finding something you've always wanted to do and then doing it. Daring to do the undone, undoing the done wrong, and overcoming the obstacles of life. You'll never catch me student loans! Avast, Geico. Fear not car. Your gas tank will always be full. Forward!
Ode to them who stop at night and say there is no longer any day. They should be sleeping if they cannot handle the audience of an evening walk. Stop. Before you bring me morning, listen. I don't know where my tomorrow is (it comes to me), all I know is where I am right now. Catch me if you can, then, as hard as I run the sink water and douse the night air with another reborn dish. A sprinkle of hope. Let me breath life into another dying moment and let home be home once more. People no longer burn the midnight oil, they start the unsung jobs.
Hold, I'm not letting you get away that easily. There is still the matter of finding something you've always wanted to do and then doing it. Daring to do the undone, undoing the done wrong, and overcoming the obstacles of life. You'll never catch me student loans! Avast, Geico. Fear not car. Your gas tank will always be full. Forward!
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Dear Worlds
I have twelve followers on this blog (It sounds as if I have started some sort of cult. RISE MY FOLLOWERS!), and though that is a poor representation for a mass of the world I think that there is more detail in one person than most people examine in one life time in this world. So I speak to twelve worlds seen from twelve different sets of eyes, and for this honor I am grateful.
It is essential to know our own world; to learn to see the wonders of life and to recognize how we see them. Grip the Meta-sight. Recognize the distinction between our sight, our world, and another's. It is simple to forget that how we see the world (Such an important thing to recognize) is not how others do. The simple question of "How" is quite prominent in this form. Think of the portent of wording the question "How do I see the world?" By simply asking we denote that there are other ways. Through recognition of our own abilities we acknowledge the myriad of others we do not have. What a humbling, respectful, brilliant acknowledgment for a human race wrought with differences. Oh to understand them!
In this lies the ambiguity of my title. There are so many ways I could address fellow people in my life, in this life, in all people. Dear Worlds suits me best. May we all look through our eyes and recognize the stigmas, nuances, tones, and emotions we put into our world and learn to see their distinction from the worlds of others. In so doing may we all broaden our understanding of these countless people, These countless worlds.
It is essential to know our own world; to learn to see the wonders of life and to recognize how we see them. Grip the Meta-sight. Recognize the distinction between our sight, our world, and another's. It is simple to forget that how we see the world (Such an important thing to recognize) is not how others do. The simple question of "How" is quite prominent in this form. Think of the portent of wording the question "How do I see the world?" By simply asking we denote that there are other ways. Through recognition of our own abilities we acknowledge the myriad of others we do not have. What a humbling, respectful, brilliant acknowledgment for a human race wrought with differences. Oh to understand them!
In this lies the ambiguity of my title. There are so many ways I could address fellow people in my life, in this life, in all people. Dear Worlds suits me best. May we all look through our eyes and recognize the stigmas, nuances, tones, and emotions we put into our world and learn to see their distinction from the worlds of others. In so doing may we all broaden our understanding of these countless people, These countless worlds.
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Steps
Walking is like climbing is like falling is like pushing is like pulling is like stepping into some new portion of reality. We can't help but be progressive, constantly leaving where we once were into where we shall be. Even in standing we only tempt time into one more second of progression. Everything is one more step forward, inch downward, rung upward. We are objects in motion, if not in the physical then in the ethereal, temporal, spiritual. This, dear loves, is the beauty of life. It forces us into the unknown second. We takes steps forward into time, changing position from one to the next, whether we like it or not. Best to like it then.
Imagine for a moment a world of silent immovability. A world where no progress is thrust upon you. You are as capable as you have learned to be, you can move through every plain of thought, feeling, spirituality, and emotion only as well as you have learned to swim in them. But, no one will make you. It won't move around you. There is nothing there but what you can create. A nightmare or a paradise? Suddenly, when nothing is thrust upon you, what will you do?
Imagine for a moment a world of silent immovability. A world where no progress is thrust upon you. You are as capable as you have learned to be, you can move through every plain of thought, feeling, spirituality, and emotion only as well as you have learned to swim in them. But, no one will make you. It won't move around you. There is nothing there but what you can create. A nightmare or a paradise? Suddenly, when nothing is thrust upon you, what will you do?
Monday, October 18, 2010
Finding the lost
There are always those distant things we can't remember, those silly things that could redefine our moments if we could recall them. Ever found one? It starts in a sudden moment of deja' vu. Then we recollect that this tidbit of wisdom is distantly our own, though perhaps has been found by a new owner. Do we express joy at our reunion? We have found a little bit of our lost selves! If this small revelation is that exhilarating then imagine our worlds beyond the veils of mortality when all our lost memories may return into play. Now to stop ourselves forgetting, forgetting all over again. Perhaps it is time to rethink keeping a journal.
I feel there is always a distant scope of wonder in ourselves that will come with a greater understanding. There are lots of things we don't know or have not remembered that will surely redefine, change what we become. At least, I would hope so. I try to make it a habit to change what I am with what I know. Sad those that don't apply what they learn as if learning doesn't matter at all. When it does. It does and it always will.
There are days when I feel like a child who has gained lost toys and every idea that came with them. Lost paradigms we once had. Compare, accept, discard. Where we have come from and where we are going. Where we could have been. What changed us? What have we kept? Self Inventory: Let's find out what we are, past, present, and becoming. And then, let's come to terms with it.
I feel there is always a distant scope of wonder in ourselves that will come with a greater understanding. There are lots of things we don't know or have not remembered that will surely redefine, change what we become. At least, I would hope so. I try to make it a habit to change what I am with what I know. Sad those that don't apply what they learn as if learning doesn't matter at all. When it does. It does and it always will.
There are days when I feel like a child who has gained lost toys and every idea that came with them. Lost paradigms we once had. Compare, accept, discard. Where we have come from and where we are going. Where we could have been. What changed us? What have we kept? Self Inventory: Let's find out what we are, past, present, and becoming. And then, let's come to terms with it.
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