|Take no moment for granted||6:14 PM|
This is a little more about myself then you probably want to know... but here it is. Sometimes you need to get things like this off your chest to go on living. I didn't realize it until I wrote this, but this has been haunting me since it happened. It probably always will.
Xo. Love the ones you have
It wasn’t my ideal place to have what could possibly be the last goodbye I ever told my father. The security line in an airport I had never been to, surrounded by nameless faces, with a cross country plane ride to an empty house lurking ahead of me, never makes for an intimate parting. Yet here I was, stuck in the middle of whirlwind, just trying to say goodbye to my daddy. He stayed with me for as long as he could. His exhausted eyes scanning my face for signs of panic, always worrying for me - though it wasn’t something I deserved. I was leaving him to go back to school. I had come as far as I could on the trip but now it was time to return home to an empty home, pack my stuff into my little black car, and make the journey alone. He had his own plane ride ahead of him; he and the rest of my family were flying the rest of the way to San Francisco. Once there my dad would be going under the knife for the second time in seven years. His brain tumors had come back. Brain tumors – two words that knocked the breath from my lungs the first time they slipped from my mom’s lips when I was in sixth grade. My head had spun. “He’ll be okay right?” I had begged more than asked. Even at twelve I knew that the way my mom let her eyes fall meant only uncertainty. But he had survived, barely, and with a scar the size of my outstretched palm on his head, but he was alive. I had my father again. Those same two words “brain tumors”, stole my breath away again soon after I started my freshman year of college. Imagine my surprise that long after I had let dust settle on that chapter of my life that on an early weekend home my dad would clear his throat, turn to me and choke… “They’re back.”
So now here we stood. He held my bag in his hand while I fumbled through my mind desperately searching for a word that would justify what was happening. I was leaving the man who named me, who loved me – undeniable flaws and all, and who had always forgiven me. I was then going to board a plane, shuffle like a zombie to a window seat and keep my eyes glued to the world below me the entire flight because somehow in that moment the lights of the towns miles below seemed safer than the fears that polluted my mind. It’s strange how the mind works in times of grief.
Right now though, my dad was standing next to me. Telling me someone would be waiting to get me from the airport. I just stared at him, nodding, empty. Would this be the last time I saw him? Would this be the memory I’d replay over and over again in my head? “I’m proud of you.” He smiled. We stayed trapped in that moment until he looked at his watch; it was time for him to go. All around me the world continued as usual. I wanted to scream “STOP! Please if only for a moment stop arguing about how late you are, stop tapping your shoe with impatience, just give me a moment to make this right." But what could ever make this right? And how could they know that this was the most important goodbye I had ever said? So with the couple behind me telling jokes about the bar they had been to the night before I gave my dad the hug that might have had to last me a lifetime. We said we loved each other, skillfully avoiding the real reason I had to swallow the lump in my throat between each word. “I’ll be okay” he whispered into the kiss he left on my cheek. And with one more hug my hero turned on his heal and walked away.
Discover music- Watching me try - Ashtray hearts
|You Can't save the world xo||12:23 AM|
Want to know why I hate her?
But the day your dad died
A pained cry
That I would repeat
Week after week
As I lay curled on cotton sheets
Phone pressed to ear
Cold gray smears of mascara
below tired eyes
begging my mom for some way
That I could make you just a little less broken.
Our eyes seemed to dance
Just out of reach
Never meeting for more than
A tongue-tied second.
I hardly knew you
But as we walked I whispered
My dad almost died this year… brain tumors
But my words just bounced off cracked pavement
And tangled themselves in the tall grass.
I knew it wasn’t enough
But it was all I had.
So there we were
Thrown together in a moment
With fresh burns.
You needed a friend
I needed somewhere hide.
I’d like to think we both found
- If only for a flash -
What we were searching for.
Or maybe just distraction.
You don’t know this
but they day I realized I had fallen for you
A pained cry
Because now she was back in your life
Slipping seamlessly into place
Offering me a mocking glance
because she knew
All the ways
To make you less broken.
|fairy tales end too . xo||7:31 PM|
The music stopped slowly
|"Yes, I will go. I would rather grieve over your absence than over you."||11:14 PM|
|DISCOVER LITERATURE||7:24 PM|
There are few books that I've ever read that stand out in my mind like this short novel The Alchemist by Paulo Cohelho. In fact, my copy is now well worn in with corners folded to mark quotes that touched a place inside I had forgotten existed, and the names of my friends descending the inside of the front cover. After finishing the book it had been passes from friend to friend with only one requirement, to sign their names to the cover. Our lives are now all linked within the pages. Each of us moved deeply by Coelho's hauntingly beautiful words and ideas. It won't take long to read but the impression it leaves will drift with you as you move through the phases of your life. I have just one request if you take my advice and let this book help you to become a better version of yourself... pass it on. xo
A few outstanding quotes from the book:
- "When we love, we always strive to become better than we are. When we strive to become better than we are, everything around us becomes better too."
- "Tell your heart that the fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself. And that no heart has ever suffered when it goes in search of it's dreams, because ever second of the search is a second's encounter with eternity"
- " To realize ones destiny is a person's only obligation"
|Dreams are illustrations... from the book your soul is writing about you. ~Marsha Norman||7:12 PM|
I'd like to offer you a bit of advice. Write down your dreams. If you wake up from a dream in the middle of the night (good or bad) write it down! Keep a notebook by your bed so that you can jot down a few things about your dream so that you can remember it in the morning. Why? Your dreams can tell you more about how you're feeling about situations than you would like to admit to yourself. Need help understanding? Check out some suggested meanings at sites like this.Just try it... Sweet dreams xo.
Listen to this- Powerspace - Sleep everyone...
|DISCOVER WISDOM||6:52 PM|
Augustana - Sweet and Low
|If nothing ever changed, there'd be no butterflies. ~Author Unknown||6:43 PM|
The Moment After
|Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart. ~William Wordsworth||1:02 AM|
|DISCOVER ART =]||12:13 AM|
|Make a wish xo||11:50 PM|
|If you cannot be a poet, be the poem. ~David Carradine||11:30 PM|