Get some new material!

It is about time I start focusing on new material. I have been negligent of my blog because I have difficulty keeping everything I am doing in balance. Write a script, get started on the next one, work on my blog, fix-up the garden and the house, work on etsy, work as a part-time typist. It isn't that this is an overwhelming amount to do everyday, but I am easily distracted.

I would rather...nothing. I like doing all these things, but I need to get organized. Any ideas? Well that is what I am doing right now. For now this blog will be under construction untill I figure out the best plan to stay constant with everything.

Thank you for following along. More to come.

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The Silent, Silent Snow

Dead calm and quiet takes the breath. The chill tingles when I swallow the humid ice filled air at first. I warm it with my 98.6 degree temperature. I skate and cut the cold with my warm pink coat and long peach scarf that hangs to my knees.

I spend hours dancing on the ice with my skates, and all by myself. I know my mom is watching me from the kitchen window with a cigarette held up to her mouth. Her elbow is supported by her hand. I am sure she watches me with trepidation. She can't help but remember the time the ice broke away behind her as she and my uncle sped across the lake on a snowmobile.

I dance without my mom's fears. I dance like a rag doll with invisible strings attached that pull me across the midnight blue ice. I dance with a song in my head, or maybe I sing out and the air takes my song through headphones and only the silence hears.

The silent world holds the secrets. The silent world keeps them.

A New Year Full of Resolution

When the lake finally freezes over and the vast expanse is covered with snow, and before anything settles there, there is a great chill that rushes the shore. A white blank slate stretches shore to shore, a canvas, my canvas.

I painted memories of a small girl growing in age, but hardly height, making snowmen with her mother and cousins; or, of her cousin and friend snowmobiling right through them. The little girl cried to see her creation destroyed.

When the little girl looked from the window to the lake below she saw one midnight blue square on the whole white lake world. It was there that she could paint the sky with her skates, etch the stars with her blade.

Soon the midnight and the white would lease its land to the fisherman and the snowmobiles. Cities, however temporary, would change address to the lake while the lion still roared out a winter.

In the New Year the world still sleeps, and under the lake the fish are far away.

White snow singing

My breath is sweet with snowflakes

Happy is my tongue

And while the world sleeps through the waking hour it dreams of the potential spring. I see potential in the winter too, she is the little girl who creates with all the colors of the world a peaceful snow angel full of light.

Happy New Year!

It Ain't Easy, nor Should It Be

Sometimes it is difficult to figure out where you're going when you're not sure where you've been. You are the substance of all your yesterdays wrapped up in your present, and who you'll be is the substance of all you are in the present moment. So this is eternity all wrapped up in every moment you live.

When I look at the lake I see both sky and water reflecting each other without end. When I look at myself in that lake I hope to be lost in the limitlessness of that reflection.

It isn't vanity. It is something beyond the narcissistic hope of love in reflection. I do not seek the Echo of my own voice, but I hope to hear the voice that moves between both water and sky. It is the voice between baptism and a dove's flight. It is the One that leads me on the narrow way.

Cryptic? Possibly, but my life has been a metaphor that I have yet to figure out. What do I represent? What is the moral to my story? Hmmm...until next time then.