No Santuary, Lord, but Thee.

Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are 

true, 

whatsoever things are 

honest, 

whatsoever things are 

just, 

whatsoever things are 

pure, 

whatsoever things are 

lovely, 

whatsoever things are of 

good report;
if there be any 

virtue, 

and if there be any  

praise, 

think on 

these 

 things.

Unconventional

...and it's been okay being the girl backstage, I don't mind helping with cues and pulling curtains, I like watching friends perform, waving my pompoms from the sidelines - and when I get bored I listen to NPR, or think of metaphores - and I've discovered a very good sound, and learned that simple things don't always have just one use; windy nights cause the chimes on the front porch to scream, which sound very nice with a little improvised guitar blues, right after a good movie, that leaves the face wet and the heart hopeful; mostly my wheels turn, but I'm realizing they are on a track... a train track -  which is good - because tracks are very beautiful; things are expected, now, but only to me, which is also fine because it means my brain is finally growing up; but I still sleep in an attic and keep my clothes in the downstairs kitchenette, and my socks in the microwave, so not to worry.


Oh and also, yesterday I asked a little boy in overalls wearing two different shoes, each on the wrong foot, where he got his bugbite... He answered: "When I was sleeping, when the sky was black." ~future poet.

I guess you could call it, that.

Things that have put a smile on my face, lately...

Seeing 3 Traitor Joe's employees busting up hysterically in the parkinglot while unloading the produce truck.

The elementary school music teacher absolutely rocking out on an amplified keyboard as a group of 3rd graders loudly screached out 80's pop songs.

Waking up and coming out into the kitchen, and greeting Sunshine with a hug and a "Hello LoveBug", to which she replied: "Nooooo!!! You're not my HUSBAND!"

and lastly, this:

So good.

Bubble Rings Floating up 9 Feet to the Sunny Surface.

I keep seeing you're eyes sitting on top of the water, like a crocodile, spraying water out your mouth onto the steaming surface 
of Los Banos in the morning fog.  

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I learned a lot of things this week.
I learned how to strap an unconscious spinal victim to a backboard in the deep end of a pool and take him out without reinjuring him, then provide rescue breathing and CPR until EMS comes onto the scene.  I learned about AED's and EAP's, BVM's and BSI.

In one day, I spent 7 hours in the pool.  I learned to push on.  I learned how to escape from an active drowning victim, and I also learned multiple victim rescue.  I learned how to treat someone going into anafalaxis as well as crepitus.

But I think mostly, overall, this week I learned the importance of breakfast.

Of all the people,

I would have chosen you as least likely to sit with me on the kitchen floor and talk about reproduction, while sharing a piece of flour-less chocolate cake...

but curve-balls do make life interesting.

“This diamond's growing in the mountains
beneath the pressure of all time
that glow in hope and expectation
waiting for your hands to find
'cause only you could reach inside me
and figure out the worth
of a life I live providing
what it was you needed most"

(....it's mah new favowit sownga)

Fantasy Man, Swell Season
fastforward to minute 9:35

Comfort

It did my heart good tonight, as I passed by my parents bedroom door, and stopped to listen for a minute, to their conversation.  My mom was retelling stories from her childhood, and my dad lay there,listening, and asking questions.  This gave me so much hope.

Because, you see... One of my greatest fears is for my love to grow cold, or wax over or become too familiar or mundane.  If my parents still have new things to tell each other and secrets to share... after 25 years~ then, I think I have hope for my love one day.

Another thing that gives me hope: sunsets are never the same.

On Spending Five Days at a Carnival...

"whirlwind"

is really what it was.

splashes of paint,

and smiles,

and tantrums,

and hay,

and sugar,

and tractors,

and clowns,

and bbq smoke,

and alpacas,

and hoola-hoops,

and men in tall hats carrying geese.

...but the part I liked best, was stepping out of the dome - after being under it for 17 hours - venturing out into the rest of the fair, and walking straight into the harsh 6 o'clock sun, feeling myself just a stitch in the cross-hatching of society.
I liked it, because I could really feel humanity's heartbeat.

Moms, dads, daughters, sons;
friends, enemies; strollers and gangsters... we were all there.

with the animals... and the entertainers.

I wonder if God ever looks down and is surprised at what he sees.