Stars For The Weary

If the only prayer you said in your whole life was, "thank you," that would suffice.  ~Meister Eckhart


Happy thanksgiving to all my American homies, and a warm wonderful day to all my non-U.S. Friends.

It was a Christmas present from Parker last year. It's for when I have summer cookouts at my place, and by "summer cookouts at my place" I mean, my guests chilling on my balcony/porch while I grill on my George Foreman inside, lol. I'm on the third floor, and our balconies are made of solid wood. It's not like a traditional grill would be a good idea...or even legal for that matter.

I realized I'd never posted a picture of my nifty chef's apron. Lets face it, if anyone's gonna appreciate an apron like this it will be you people. I'm just sayin'.

The need to be
Asleep
The fire, the utmost desire
To fight rest
Falling, tripping
Feet leaving the ground
Head hitting the pillow
Dreams replacing thoughts
And this is what it is
All remains in this state
Blanketed grace
At least until the morning
Until the sun can be ignored no more
The need to be alive
To be awake
Reasserts itself
So embrace it and be bold
Come what may

10/5/08

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Navy scratching baby
Pressing Royal
Nudging electric
Tickling cobalt who nestles seaside
Entwined with sky
All present all accounted for
Blanketed and comforted in you

10/5/08

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Send Rest
Sleep without dreams
A mind free of worry
A heart wracked with pain
Unburdened
I'm aching for You
Literally dying without You
Take it all apart
Rend and Cleave
Let nothing be safe
But in the end let me be safe
In You
Only You
That which remains
Or has replaced
Let it all be You
Kissing hearts
Love looking different
Love being something
Brand new

10/5/08

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Train horn
Then rumbling
Clickety-clacking
Bookended by night's silence
Or morning's introduction
A burst of ideas come and gone
The quiet carries on

10/5/08

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Sometimes the hatred I find spewed on LJ (I'm talking fandom communities here, not personal journals) flat out depresses me and makes me sick to my stomach.

I logged on all excited to make a few posts and catch up with friends this evening. Instead, I've had my joy ripped from me, and my desire to post has dried up and blown away.

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Joshua, I truly believe this birthday marks the beginning of great things for you. Hold onto your faith little brother. You are one the most honorable, kind, good hearted people I know, and I'm blessed a thousand times over to have you as kin. I just know that your goals, your dreams, they're not as far off as they seem. You're the source of so much of my laughter. You're the smile-bringer. You're a living demonstration of thoughtfulness and selflessness. I'm so proud of you, and grateful for you. I love you lil' bro. May this be your sweetest and best birthday yet.



Enjoy the big 24, kiddo. :D

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Parker and I texting a few days ago...


Parker: Who sings the song "Working For the Weekend"?

Me: Loverboy

Parker: Loverman

Me: The band is Loverboy.

Parker: Sure

Me: You asked. :P Don't ask if you don't want to know.

Parker: I didn't ask anything. You said Loverboy so I said Loverman.

Me: Yes you did, you had text me asking who sings "Working For the Weekend"!!!

Parker: LOL, you didn't say it was an answer and I forgot about the question.

Me: *Headdesk*



Sometimes my life is a bizarre comedy routine. *shrugs*

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I can't seem to construct intelligent sentences at the moment. Work is rather trying today. I'm gonna stick with grrr, that seems to sum it all up for me.

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I realize it's not the greatest photo, I took it with my phone's camera after all, but I just really like the way all the different lights in it work together to create something a little magical, of course that could just be me, lol.

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I stumbled on this poem a year ago, maybe two. It may do nothing for you, but for me, at the time, standing there in the bookstore reading it, it was like the world went away, like I couldn't breathe. It just resonated, just really clicked and meant something to me.

"Things"

What happened is, we grew lonely
living among the things,
so we gave the clock a face,
the chair a back,
the table four stout legs
which will never suffer fatigue.

We fitted our shoes with tongues
as smooth as our own
and hung tongues inside bells
so we could listen
to their emotional language,

and because we loved graceful profiles
the pitcher received a lip,
the bottle a long, slender neck.

Even what was beyond us
was recast in our image;
we gave the country a heart,
the storm an eye,
the cave a mouth
so we could pass into safety.

Lisel Mueller

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I really don't think any of you would find this spoilery, but I'm putting it under a cut all the same, because one can never be too careful I suppose.

( Dean would be proud. )

I snapped a photo of the caption and it's now serving as the wallpaper on my phone. Why? Because clearly my dorkiness knows no shame.

Happy Happy Happy Birthday to the coolest girl I know. Happy Birthday Barb!

You're not just one of the greatest people alive, you're also one of the greatest friends imaginable.

My hope, my wish this day is for you to be inundated with blessings, gifts, and joy beyond measure. No one is more deserving of all the best life has to offer. No one else I know deserves planet sized truckloads of happiness as much as you do.

I do have a birthday box o' fun that will be making it's way to you shortly. I apologize that it's not there in time for your actual birthday, but it will get there soon dear, that's a promise.

Have the best, brightest, most wonder filled, crazy, fantastic birthday, Barb. You are awesome times awesome and I hope your day turns out as amazing as you are.

*Tackle Hug!!!*

P.S.
I was planning to get you that Yak T-shirt Dei got you (or I can only assume it's the same one, how many Yak t-shirts can there be out there, you know?). So, yeah, she beat me too it, but I want you to know I had the same very plan. :D XD
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I'm a bit behind and out of sorts lately, so this thank you is belated and overdue.


Thank you, thank you, thank you, Maygra, for the virtual chocolates and most of all for the kind thought. You never cease to make my day. *Hugs you like crazy*

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I fell
Because I feel
Like everything is easy
I cascade through the places previously locked to me
I drift a fool wrapped in sweetness and your voice
Always being this blue, this green, dappled in sunlight kisses
Sound washes over me, like it's the first time
Like it's all I've ever known, it's how I breathe now, how I survive
All the universe relying on this, you and me
I'm over, over the initial drop, echoes humming in my mind
I fall, I fell
Thinking
Of you

10/9/05

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I'm going to be out of reach of the internet for a couple weeks or so. I mention this so none of you feel ignored. I have plenty of changes to share, but no time to share any of them at the moment. Have a fantastic couple of weeks everyone.

Peace & Love,
Red

P.S.
Andie I'm sorry I won't be around to wish you happy birthday, but I'm wishing it now. Have a beautiful, special, and absolutely perfect birthday. I'm wishing you the best day possible, honey. *HUG*

Thursday (otherwise known as Dean Winchester's birthday, lol) I celebrated my own birthday a little early with Barb. She took me out to dinner, which was fantastic. We talked about this, that, and the other thing, and we ended up laughing at how wonderful and simultaneously dreadful fandom can be.

After dinner we sat and listened to Larry Murante play at Crossroads. The guy has quite the voice on him. He's this terrific mixture of Colin Hay and Bruce Hornsby with an extra bit oomph that's all his own.

When the musical portion of the evening was over we wandered around Barnes and Noble misbehaving and being generally silly. You know how a group of lions is a pride, a group of crows is a murder, and a group of bears is a sleuth? Well, since we couldn't find a decent description of a collection of jellyfish (most books just called them jellies, boooring) we've decided a group of jellyfish from here on out shall be known as a smucker of jellyfish. Go on, use it, you know you want to. ;)

Yesterday, my actual birthday was very mellow. I conned Kyle into marathoning a bunch of Supernatural with me before he had to work. Mostly I just spent the day receiving well wishes from family and friends, which was pretty wonderful. Thanks guys. :D

This morning I dragged myself out bed (I just didn't sleep well for whatever reason last night) and chauffeured Kyle to work. At the moment I'm cleaning the place up a bit because I have friends from Wisconsin (Kelly and Kim) flying in later this morning. They'll be here all week but aren't here exclusively just to visit me, they have another friend out here and they'll be staying with her. I'll be tagging along with their sightseeing here and there when possible.

Barb, if you're reading this, I still expect to hang with you whenever you've free time this week. There's no escaping it, just consign yourself to it now. :P

Have a great weekend everybody. :)

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At least that's what I told Barb after we saw "Cloverfield" last night. Kyle, Barb, and I went to an earlier showing yesterday evening, and let me just say, "wow". Okay, admittedly I am a bit of a Abrams fanboy, but honestly, impartially, this was a terrific flick. The story was well crafted and the actors did a wonderful job of drawing me in. As for the scary stuff (of which there is much), it was genuinely scary. I'm not easily freaked out by movies, but I was covering my eyes repeatedly and squirming in my theatre seat. Even after the film was over and I was home safe and sound, the hairs on the back of my neck continued to prickle. Good times people, good times. :D

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