from "The Little Prince" by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
12.31.2009
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12.25.2009
Tree Castles
Her words fall quiet and gentle like the snow that hasn't yet arrived this winter.
Here are some of them...
"In a moment like this, you feel as if you are always missing something. Perhaps you are missing the snow. Perhaps you are missing someone's hand that you never had the chance to hold. Or you could be pretending that you are missing something just to feel alive. Alive and alone.
Last night when you were lying on your bed, you remembered those nights when the wind was a friendly stranger. You remembered when you walked out of the house while everyone was asleep, all your neighbors and friends, sisters and brothers, mother and father, lost like a shadow. Their dreams filled the air with a stillness only trees could understand. And only if you could know what the trees know, is what you wondered.
And now you are wondering if all that was a mere dream. A dream that vanished, a thief that broke off a little piece from the crystal glass of your heart. It went away with spring. A magnificent elope, an unforgettable escapade.
No wonder. No wonder there is a boy ghost sitting by the balcony outside, you said. A hologram that you cannot touch. You cannot ever touch a faded memory. It slips through your fingers in its delicate heartbreaking way where your throat chokes on those drops that fall from eyes. But how can it be when your tears never fell? How do you choke on them?
And immediately you asked me if hearts can cry. I did not say anything. You already knew the answer. You have known it forever."
Here are some of them...
"In a moment like this, you feel as if you are always missing something. Perhaps you are missing the snow. Perhaps you are missing someone's hand that you never had the chance to hold. Or you could be pretending that you are missing something just to feel alive. Alive and alone.
Last night when you were lying on your bed, you remembered those nights when the wind was a friendly stranger. You remembered when you walked out of the house while everyone was asleep, all your neighbors and friends, sisters and brothers, mother and father, lost like a shadow. Their dreams filled the air with a stillness only trees could understand. And only if you could know what the trees know, is what you wondered.
And now you are wondering if all that was a mere dream. A dream that vanished, a thief that broke off a little piece from the crystal glass of your heart. It went away with spring. A magnificent elope, an unforgettable escapade.
No wonder. No wonder there is a boy ghost sitting by the balcony outside, you said. A hologram that you cannot touch. You cannot ever touch a faded memory. It slips through your fingers in its delicate heartbreaking way where your throat chokes on those drops that fall from eyes. But how can it be when your tears never fell? How do you choke on them?
And immediately you asked me if hearts can cry. I did not say anything. You already knew the answer. You have known it forever."
Bedtime Haikus
I.
Let us knit gentlyA woolly throw to keep our
Feeble fingers warm
II.
When loneliness comes
The throw turns into a ship-
Sailing towards stars
III.
Sail away, darling!
Let the nightlights and shadows
Tell stories till dawn
To Love
Christmas this year has felt different then most. I don't know if it's because of the lack of snow, the intensity of finals, or perhaps the thought of it possibly being my last Christmas in Seattle (at least for awhile)... and also not knowing where I am going to be or who I am going to be celebrating Christmas with next year. Though I have confidence it will be wonderful, wherever and whoever it will be with, the unknown is always unsettling to some extent.
Still, Christmas is one of my most favorite times of year. The time when communities, regardless of religious and social backgrounds, emphasize giving, family, and hope for something a little more wonderful... and of course, Love. Love, while it's such an enigma, also holds such simple facets. The way my heart swelled when I delivered gifts to my kids- hearing them squeal and smother me with hugs and kisses. It just can't be beat. Love that is. And I guess my greatest Christmas wish is that we learn and continue to learn to Love. Love as He did.
It's past midnight- Merry Christmas!! I'll leave you with wise words from Clive Staples Lewis.
Still, Christmas is one of my most favorite times of year. The time when communities, regardless of religious and social backgrounds, emphasize giving, family, and hope for something a little more wonderful... and of course, Love. Love, while it's such an enigma, also holds such simple facets. The way my heart swelled when I delivered gifts to my kids- hearing them squeal and smother me with hugs and kisses. It just can't be beat. Love that is. And I guess my greatest Christmas wish is that we learn and continue to learn to Love. Love as He did.
It's past midnight- Merry Christmas!! I'll leave you with wise words from Clive Staples Lewis.
“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket- safe, dark, motionless, airless--it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.” - CS Lewis
12.16.2009
Of Thimbles and Fear
A thimble or a kiss-
Needles piercing thumbs
Hurt less
Than lips tied with string
Neverland’s rain
Weigh heavy on your locks-
You cry:
“What are you afraid of?”
Of turned backs
Of nine-to-five desk jobs
I am afraid
Of your smile
Whisper me a story
Kiss me only on the forehead
Tonight
I remain a boy
{We were told to write a poem from the perspective of a fairy tale character. This is what I came up with.}
12.07.2009
Breathe
“I don’t even have time to breathe.” – this is something I say very often. Even though it is an exaggeration, it certainly feels like it. Senior year has proved itself sufficiently taxing, though rightly so – I am glad to finally feel like I am actually practicing and learning about what I love, difficult or not. Two weeks left of the semester… I think I can make it? Needless to say, I’ve had to break from blogging because of all these “things” which make up my life- work, school, people, ect ect. But! I want to come back. I want to write again (not just for a grade). Look out for new posts soon….
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