Blind

In faith there is enough light for those who want to believe and enough shadows to blind those who don't. 

-Blaise Pascal

Ok so I might be making it up as I go along. Some days, I have no idea what I'm doing. I can't tell you what's right and wrong. This doesn't seem to be multiple choice. Life is an essay test. I don't know the rules, I'm not sure if you kneel or bow, when you dip your hand in the water, I'm not exactly sure what it means, and I have no idea how long you should pray before going back to your seat. I drift off to places in my head, and standing still with my eyes closed, sometimes makes me feel like I might topple over. I prefer to make it up as I go along, I'm trying the best I can to be what would be described as a good person. So in the morning, I say hello in the hall way. I think about the best stuff in people. I ask God to help my friends. Some might think it's time wasted, but if one action, creates another positive reaction, then what we believe maybe trivial. The time I spend saying thank you is my time well spent. I've never been good at letting go, in fact I suck at release, deep breathing exercises, and reaching REM sleep. Sometimes I feel faithless, a failure at letting things happen, but I say hello in the hall way, and I hold the elevator for some guy on the second floor, and I smile at a stranger, and I take a deep breath, and try to have faith. If it doesn't mean anything, then what does it mean?

Lesson #28: Do the right thing.

The Neverending Story

I want to wear layers, shiver in the silver night, hear the train roar in the crisp crackle of the cold. It feels like summer will never end. It's time for the snap, the crunch of frost in the grass. I want to put away my shorts, and pair flannel with stripes. The Texas frost hasn't hit yet, the heat still beats off the asphalt. You can feel the sigh of the earth as the days grow longer, and remain damp. It too wants to make a change. Burn my lungs in white chilly mornings, drink frothy hot chocolate where the marshmellows melt. Bring me a winter where I can make a fire. I'll remember the summer that never ended, while I brush my cheek against the furry underlayer of my coat.

Lesson #27:  You always have something to look forward to.

Earth Friendly

We never know the worth of water till the well is dry. 

-Thomas Fuller

I opened my eyes
And looked up at the rain,
And it dripped in my head
And flowed into my brain,
And all that I hear as I lie in my bed
Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.

I step very softly,
I walk very slow,
I can't do a handstand--
I might overflow,
So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said--
I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head.

-Shel Silverstein

Lesson #26: Give thanks

Yo Mother

Rain Rain go away come again another day.

Yo Mother Earth,

What up gurl! How's it going, long time no talk. So I have a slight favor to ask. As you may already know, I have big plans for this weekend. I was hoping to go camping. You know, bask in your glory and all that. In fact, I have already purchased everything I need. (I like to think ahead.) I was just perusing, but I noticed that there is a slight chance of thunderstorms Saturday. It's just that, I really need a new facebook profile picture, and this was going to be a pretty good opportunity for me, sooo... I was hoping we could talk. You know, I'm not here to threaten. I mean, some people may fly off the handle and say something totally crazy. I for one would never think of screaming in the street while fliping you the bird. I'm just here to ask a little favor. I mean, have a heart, I'm already packed, I just I thought we could think it through. You see, Saturday is not a good day for me. You know I'm all about "making it rain" but Sunday is really better for all of us, don't you agree? I mean we're leaving Sunday, so go for it. The crops still get the rain, and we get a little hiking in, everyone wins. Wow I feel much better, its so great to get things off your chest, ya know? Well, sleep tight, consider what I said, we'll talk tomorrow. 

-Sarah

Lesson #25: Don't rain on my parade.