Juicy Rain Drops...

In the world of technology
We live in today
We don't have to think
And we forget to play

But during a storm
everything Stops
And you remember the fun you had
With Juicy rain drops

No umbrella
And holes in your socks
Feet getting wet
As you stomp down the block

But you're not worried
Because you realized today
That rain is a good thing
It reminds us to play

I don’t want to talk about it.

I could write a book about the random things I know. I could tell stories about the places I’ve been and the experiences I’ve had. People would be amazed by the extent of my dreams. I could debate the validity of religion, the punishment for a crime, or the sanctity of marriage. As long as I could write it all down. As soon as I open my mouth and try to turn my ideas, dreams, and experiences into words; the eloquence conveniently gets lost in the speed of my thoughts. So instead of sounding like the intelligent woman that I am, I come across as a babbling fool. 

All I want to do is write, talking is over rated.

The Life of a Wind Blown Leaf

Walking today I witnessed the life of the wind blown leaf. The leaf seemed to be carried on the same current that was moving me along. Tumbling and turning over the concrete with, what looked like, a very specific place to be. Floating freely on the breeze that carried it, I watched as it danced in front of me. Then all of a sudden it stopped as if it had seen me and kept real still as if not to be seen it’s self. After realizing I was no threat it quickly took the lead again dancing and tumbling along the side walk.  Taking another look around I noticed that it was not alone on it’s journey. There were many more leaves, and while they were all different shapes and sizes they all seem to have a common goal, to get from point A to point B. They were all dancing their own dance until they decided to stop, usually behind a twig or a tree. And there they sat contently among other leaves, until they decided to continue with their dance.

Someday.....

Someday I'll travel the world, seeing enough to open my eyes, but not nearly enough to satisfy my curiosity.

Someday I'll climb to the top of Chimborazo, to be the person closest to the sun.

Someday I'll jump out of a plane over Byron Bay Australia, sending my stomach into my throat and my excitement to new heights.

Someday I'll stand on the Greenwich line, and know exactly what time it is.

Someday I'll float in the Dead Sea, soaking up more salt than water.

Someday I'll hike the Appalachian trail, only stopping to unsuccessfully capture the beauty around me.

Someday I'll climb through the tallest trees in Washington, not wanting to look down, but daring to do so anyway.

Someday I'll drive from one coast to the other with no time frame.

Someday I will travel north on the Nile, stopping in Cairo, searching for the ruins of the Library of Alexandria.

Someday I will sip wine in St. Marks Square.

Someday I will realize that I won't be able to check everything off my list, that day I will try harder....

But for today, I'm just dreaming, taking one step at a time, and waiting on someday.

Remember, Remember the 5th of November.

I doubt I'll remember this 5th of November.
Today has just been like any other day,
a constant stream of wishful day dreams,
Never interrupted by what the teacher would say.

Outside it was blowing and then started snowing
Soon it will start to get cold
For now it is still, with just a slight chill
Silent with beauty so bold

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Best First Day of School Ever

Not many people get the luxury of looking forward to the start of school. Other than seeing friends missed over the three month break, there’s not too much calling us back. With the looming knowledge of the work ahead, students hang there heads as the trudge to class. In my opinion the reason students fall behind in classes is because of the monotony forced on us by our school system. Our mind is already made up about how a class will go when we walk into our lecture, witch makes it easy to tune out.
Now, even though I’m half way across the world, it never crossed my mind that classes would, or even could, be any different. Just because I’m in a cool country doesn’t mean the schooling is any less painful. I was wrong.
Sure we have four hours of lecture to start the day, but it’s different. There isn’t any one standing in front of a sea of people, going through motions. The teacher, as well as the students, get excited about what’s on the agenda.
We take a half hour lunch break before meeting by the bus, for our weekly field trip. This isn’t so much of a bus as a glorified van, with a sign on the side stating “We’re Tourists! Excited over your most common staples! don’t worry about the astonished looks as you drive by, on the wrong side of the road!” or something to that extent.
Anyways the drive up to the rain-forest was a beautiful one, or so I’m told. I fell asleep. As hard as I tried to shake the jet lag it caught up to me at the most inopportune time. But no worries I caught more than a glimpse on the way back. After I was jolted out of my slumber/seat, I saw that we were in beautiful mountains in the rain-forest. And on a road that looked, and felt, as if the only beating it had taken, comparable to the one it was currently receiving, would be the occasional kangaroo stampede, though I'm not completely sure this phenomenon has ever really occurred.
As we pulled into our destination, all of us successful at keeping our lunches down and organs in place, it was all we could do to not fall out of the bus.
We were at a little school tucked neatly away in the mountains surrounding Mt. Warning, a once active volcano that could possibly be credited for the landscape of this part of Australia. They had made us a “Bush Tackle Lunch” I’m still not sure why it was given such a name. What it consisted of was a sample of kangaroo and crocodile meat, pasta, bread, prunes, and native nuts. Although I didn’t find my self jumping for joy at the thought of eating the australian coat of arms, I still wasn’t going to pass up the chance to try something new. So I tried it, and can now say with confidence, the bread and pasta was awesome!
After our meal we went and learned a little about the area before going out to test our hunting skills. I think the boomerang is the only known weapon with the words “flick it” in the instructions on how to use it. It’s hard to believe that the toy I was then holding in my hand was designed to decapitate your dinner. And now have trying it, I know I couldn’t throw it hard enough to make a dent in a marshmallow, let alone kill and animal.
When we stopped playing with guns, so to speak, we went into the rain forest to learn about a few of the painful ways you can die in this magnificent country. We ended up finding a plant, that if ran into it’s invisible needles cause such intense pain, it’s been known to drive people to commit suicide. I stayed on the path. We were warned about all the dangers around us and then taken through a part of forest to find a massive tree, being swallowed by another tree. Just when I was about to add trees to the list of things to steer clear of while I’m here, I was reassured that trees are very unlikely to swallow humans. Good to know.

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Most Easterly Point

 

I had originally taken video of this spectacular site, however the videos decided that they didn’t want to work on my blog. So I said “Ok videos, have it your way. I’ll just use pictures.” and so thats what I’m now doing.
These pictures, as with the videos, could never come near capturing the beauty found on this point. Although we went on a day lacking the deserved illumination, the appeal of the area was no less radiant. The waves crashing around this small peninsula created the most peaceful ambiance, with enough white noise to drown out the sounds of every day society. On this point it’s as if time stands still and nothing is as important as being in the moment given. As the stress from yesterday and fears of tomorrow fade into the back ground, you find yourself looking over the still horizon, silencing your concerns with the sounds of the waves crashing around you.
I found a peace here, different from any other place I’ve been. The fact that God has the ability to create something so majestically commodious, making me feel small and special all in one, has me in awe.
At the end of our venture, and while heading back to the bus, we saw a small group of people huddled over the railing, looking intently into to the great expanse of nothing. We stood for a while, not expecting much, but still taking in the beauty of the stillness. Then as we turned to go and as if on cue, the spout and tail of a humpback crested. And has we stood in shock the rest of the migrating family came up for air. Not a hundred yards away from where we were standing, and more than ten times our size, these giants passed with grace unknown to the likes of us. It was truly a God moment.