best compliment EVER

SO i feel the need to clarify my last post due to some confusion (i love you guys, Brent and i had a very good laugh over this) I was actually not aware anyone read my blog so did not really think anything of posting the poem that I had written. I had written it last year in response to a horrid nightmare i had had about my boyfriend, Brent, dying in a car wreck. I created the poem to be neutral so the reader could place themselves within it. I also found that as it turned out it goes through each of the stages of grief. The main reason I posted it was because it was our anniversary, and im very proud of the way this poem turned out. It means alot to me sentimentally and also academically i feel it is one of the best things I have ever written. That being said, I never intend to kill brent or want him dead (he was very appreciative of this). That would make me very sad...so now in keeping with my motief

Oh, the comfort - the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person - having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all right out, just as they are, chaff and grain together; certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then with the breath of kindness blow the rest away. ~Dinah Craik, A Life for a Life, 1859

Im having trouble of finding what to say tonight , so until next time
good night

"Don't be afraid of the space between your dreams and reality. If you can dream it, you can make it so." - Belva Davis

“My Angel” by: Jamie Nicolet

You called me “My Angel” from very early on

But little did I know, that you would soon be gone

I gave you my heart and we had many happy years

But the Lord for you had other plans

And in them, my worst fears. ₍₅₎

To have your sister, my close friend,

Tell me of your sorry state

Visions clouded o’er my eyes—

Thoughts of the plans we made,

fading now to blood stain red

before they vanished altogether. ₍₁₁₎

For every time I left your side,

to drive home late at night.

For every time you worried,

it would be me in your position.

For every time I laughed ,

at your incessant apprehension. ₍₁₇₎

Your worries now reality,

 my laughter fades to tears

I’m sorry that I never listened

I’m sorry you’re not here  ₍₂₁₎

It was a night like any other and

you were coming home

but it could not be avoided

For you were all alone  ₍₂₅₎

It was his fault! he shouldn’t have been driving!

He took from me my one desire

My strength and my protector ₍₂₈₎

No Mother, Father, child, son

No daughter, sister, brother

should have to feel this way

Be robbed of time together  ₍₃₂₎

The years we lost,

The memories never to be made

The thought of them shall linger

You will never be forgotten

Just let me make that clear  ₍₃₇₎

Reminiscing, looking back

I smile at the thought—

of times gone by,

of jokes, and fights

And how it all began  ₍₄₂₎

Like a mason builds a home,

safe and sturdy from the storm.

You labored hard and slowly—working bit by bit.

Brick by Brick of Love and trust

Built thorough and unchanging. ₍₄₇₎

It is you who’s now “My Angel”

Our role is now reversed

Although I know you’re with me

Looking down from Heavens Gate  ₍₅₁₎

I’m lonely as I lay at night –

Toss and turning like the sea

I credit you for who I am

You brought out the best in me (55)

Day by day, and week by week

I pray you’ll heal this hurt

For everything there is a time

to miss you—there’s a season  

I know now, that I must move on

and say a last good-bye.

I love you with my heart and soul

but there’s no tears I’ve left to cry. 

Just because everything is different doesn't mean anything has changed. ~Irene Peter

Feeling and longing are the motive forces behind all human endeavor and human creations.

- Albert Einstein

For the past day or so i have been thinking about change, There are so many changes that occur during ones lifetime, for instance becoming one with another human being, the births of our children, the deaths of our loved ones. These are all "natural" changes, of course, one might argue what about the changing of the mind as one matures but that for now is beside the point. Why is it in our society we feel the need to emphasize minor, man-made changes? Things such as, graduations or  achievements? Is it not enough to receive the honor its self? Is this contributing to our society's incessant need to be recognized? We see it on a daily basis, that politicians, teachers, CEOs, businessmen, suffer from greed, wanting their name to be known. In National Treasure 2 the man opposite Gates says at the end the whole reason he blackmailed Gates, and offended his heritage was to get his own name out there so everyone would know who he was. In a day-in-age of "youtube stars" and international bloggers who get found and offered positions as elite writing columnists, everyone is looking for their chance to get approval and recognition from the world. At 10 years old, children are putting up videos on youtube, checking their watcher count, trying to cater to an audience beyond their comprehension. Facebook and  Myspace, Twitter, and Flickr--sharing our world, our thoughts, our worries with people we may or may not know. How much of this is the need of connection, or the need for approval? Both.... Today, i was told by a good friend just because you learn something doesn't mean it wasn't happening before. Change is relative to what you make it, if you treat it as something that will cause problems, it will. If you go on acting as tho it never did, you'll never know the difference between if you never knew.  We all falter, we all change but as long as we find ourselves and become whole again in the process, the changes aren't really changes after all. 

"The storm is over, can't you feel it?....the pressures changed"

Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. 

The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, 

and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.” Lord Byron 

I am wondering why 50% of the facebook status updates I am looking at, are people saying how much they hate storms, can someone explain to me why this is? why hate something so majestic and powerful, something which clears the dirt and grime from the air electromagneticallly..Wonderous.

 The symbol of the storm is something quite extraordinary. Power. Fear. Strength. and yet, it only lasts for a short while. I brief glimpse of what terrible could be but never more then God deems necessary. A simple reminder of the power he has over all of us, the whole world, but that he promised never again to flood the earth and kill all who were on it. He swore that he would not leave us be to the powers at will. God brought us the storm but swore He would deliver us into the sunshine once more. I choose to look at the storm not as something to fear but something which helps- it clears the air to make room for new--for changes. Good changes. 

The Wisdom of the World.

"people come into our lives for a reason 

Bringing something we must learn 

And we are led 

To those who help us most to grow 

If we let them 

And we help them in return " 

- Glinda from "Wicked"

So I am creating this blog, based on the quote which my mother said to me oh-so often. "The world is your classroom" she would tell me, "learn from the wisdom it offers you." It took me a long time to figure out what this meant, "the wisdom it offers you" but i realized each problem, mistake, situation, and person in our lives is there to teach us something if we are willing to learn from them. This blog is something i am starting to write down and possible share the lessons that the world is teaching me. The major lessons, the ones that take alot of focus to listen to. Oh and hopefully, my actual writing will get better with time :(