Monday, October 10, 2011

-Slumber Song-

                                 ~Slumber Song~

                         "Some day, if I should ever lose you, will you be able then to go to sleep without me softly whispering above you like night air stirring in the linden tree? Without my waking here and watching and saying words as tender as eyelids that come to rest weightlessly upon your breast, upon your sleeping limbs, upon your lips?
  Without my touching you and leaving you alone with what is yours, like a summer garden that is overflowing with masses of melissa and star-anise?"

                                                                                            ~Rainer Maria Rilke~

Sunday, October 9, 2011


       Life can move so fast that you feel as though you can't catch your breath. It can whip by and around you with such speed and intensity that all you comprehend is the blurriness of it all.  But then there are sometimes in life where you're at a stand still. Life feels frozen and you're right in the center of the ice, waiting for it to defrost. Just waiting for it to start up again....My life recently has been a mixture of what I described above. One moment moving so fast I can hardly catch my breath and the next moment I'm frozen right where I am...
    My favorite moments in life are those where you are pulled to linger within them. The moments that pull you to stay exactly where you are, whether they are sad or happy. They are moments that are so intense and real that you almost feel like you can't move. I remember the last time my grandfather drove me to school. I wasn't always home schooled and most of the time I went to public school, my grandfather brought and picked me up. I remember how I would be ready to leave in the morning and he would tease me to hurry up as he finished readying himself. *chuckles* I remember riding in the car and watching kids walking to school and my grandpa would say with his thick Cajun accent , "Aren't you happy that God has blessed us with such a nice car so that you don't have to walk to school like those children?" But I remember thinking, But walking to school looks fun...(lol) I took those times for granted. Even as my grandpa's health started to decline he still brought and picked me up from school because he wanted too. God, I miss him...He was an incredible man and a whole other blog post, but the last time he brought me to school was a time I wished to linger in for a few extra moments...I also remember when I was little, seven I think and I got into a car accident with my parents. It was scary, that's my strongest memory. We got hit in our small car driving back from my aunt's, by a suburban. Mom was first pregnant with my first sister. I was practically asleep in the car when we got hit, and I've been told that my body being so relaxed helped me not to get hurt so bad. I got out of the car with a few bruises and a chunk bit out of my cheek. Gross, I know. lol I remember both mom and dad being strapped to a stretcher and put into an ambulance. I was terrified. Thankfully, nobody was hurt too badly. I remember when I saw mom again and found out that dad was alright. That was the linger moment. I just wanted to stay in that very moment with the comfort of knowing that she and dad were okay. 
  There are so many moments I could touch on in my life where I wished I could linger. Moments with my family, friends, people I care so very much for...but by now I'm sure you get the gist. lol 
  And yes as always, a little Rilke for the road *smiles and winks*

                            --You, you only, exist--

                                  "You, you only, exist
                              We pass away, till at last,
                              our passing is so immense
                          that you arise: beautiful moment,
                              in all your suddenness,
                           arising in love, or enchanted
                           in the contraction of work.

                            To you I belong, however
                           time may wear me away.
                      From you to you I go commanded."

                                                                               --Rainer Maria Rilke--

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Stained Glass Window...

                         "Some days seem to fit together like a stained glass window. A hundred little pieces of different color and mood that, when combined, create a complete picture."
                                                                                          --Sam Roth: Shiver--