Meditating in the bath
I am an island
My body, buoyant with breath.
My mind, submerged in silence
And warmth.
The song of new trickles
Through the walls,
but no further.
Peace rests with me,
And I with it.
Happy new year.
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Flushed a Full house.
Welcome to time management. I’ve decided this post will not be vague. yay for me!
My entire life has become: Laptops, and time management. Or, so it seems.
My life is about a lot more than that of course. I simplify it to hopefully keep away
headaches from thinking about it all too much.
I don’t know if I could be more content considering the current circumstances. (lots of C’s in that sentence)
I haven’t felt this way in a while.
School is everything I thought it would be. Full of brilliant, experienced, and patient teachers.
Every day, my brain gets packed full of new information by the ton. The homework is stacking up like nobody’s business, and thats why I <3 Ical. it’s color coded charm keeps me organized and slightly ..slightly sane while trying to get everything done.
But I can do it. last time, I didn’t really live up to my own standards. Here is to beginnings.
One of the other main batches of happiness is due to a man, whom we shall call Andrew (because that is actually his name) Its true, we are dating. it’s true, he lives in Minnesota. Ah, my home town..
Its all kind of crazy, and unlike me to do long-distance…mainly, cause it, I don’t know..is DREADFUL.
But thats why happiness is so strange… and at times, illogical. We think we know what would make us happy. We think we have the “perfect fit” all figured out, with 3 kids, a dog, and a big backyard.
What if Joy tackles you into the dirt? I think it does. I’d flippin tackle joy RIGHT BACK.
It has all brought a new form of patience. ohhh patience. one day, you’ll get yours.
I’m sensing a theme of revenge. haha. settle down L-sizzle.
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Now, i am going to continue color correction the flowers in this photo!!
I just KNOW you are jealous. here’s what i got so far!
As Coldplay says:
And the truth is…
I miss you.
Sometimes at night..
I bring up my favorite picture of falling snow,
I lie down with the fan blowing..
and imagine the cool, wet, snowflakes on my cheeks.
A scarf wrapped snugly around my neck, and my feet toasty warm
in boots.
Minneapolis in the winter,
It feels like I have not seen you for years.
Do me a favor. Take a detour to Vancouver. You will see chaos and confusion,
because the people here do not know how to drive in snow. Still…It would bring me so much joy.
Think about it.
Yours,
Laura.
It’s beating.
I want to live like I know what I’m leaving.
I want to know that my hearts still beating..
awakening.
I took a long walk as the sun was spilling over the ground
in its final minutes..
I saw an elderly man on a skateboard.
its never too late.
I always known this, but it becomes more apparent to me
every once in a while.
I love…a lot of things. I mean, a lot.
Maybe its just my North American upbringing that feels the need to
attach such huge words to even small things…but then again…who decides
what..and who..deserves to be loved..
Pablo Neruda made a beautiful statement when he wrote the book
Odes to Common things.
I think…he was onto something.
I love twinkle lights, and quesadillas. I love watching movies by myself, and sitting in art galleries.
I love people watching, and meeting my neighbors. I love public transit, rainy days, riding bikes, stretching out on a blanket in the grass, playing video games, and lighting candles.
I love wooden floors, ballerinas, charcoal, calla lilies, yoga mats, veins on the hands and along the wrists, lumberjacks, the middle of no where, the middle of somewhere, canoes, and cooking in the wilderness.
I love a good strong chair, delicate blades of grass, shelves full of books, sloths, smiles, moments, cereal, singing with my family, and magnets.
I love hugs that break my ribs and kisses that mend them back together.
I love you, and her, and that man across the street.
Its too good to waste, to hold it all in.
To wait for Forever
And live in fear of sin
Where I’m sure if I simply
Take all that I feel
And redirect it
Till its solid steel..
That foundation built on
Admiration
Will bear true love,
Not obligation.
To grasp my feeling, watch this video. I love it 
no joke
Who will love you?
So my friend Andrew recommended this song to me:
Skinny love by Bon Iver.
And its a very different song, but I quite like it.
The song makes me a bit sad. Here are some of the lyrics.
Now I’m breaking at the britches
And at the end of all your lines
Who will love you?
Who will fight?
and I thought..”hmm..who would love me at the end of it all?”
Now I wasn’t entirely sure of the meaning of the song..what each line meant o
was referring to. But that last bit hinted that there are some people that push away so much
or lie so much..or play so many games…that at the end, there wont be anyone willing to love them.
Then I realized…even after my worst day of being a human..after screwing everything up again an
again, that I am loved, and I will be forever.
I don’t have to rely on the flippant, flighty love of people. Luckily..there is pure, beautiful love that exists between people, but ..
it sure doesn’t define me, OR make me whole.
*smiles*
