Call me a little nieve, childish, immature, or unrealistic, or even a little to imaginative but I have a hard time tossing out the idea that the unseen to us have never even been real.
The unseen is really just something that we have never saw with our own eyes, but does that really matter? From what I have gathered over the years those who 'walk by faith and not by sight' will be the most rewarded in the end. You just have to endure the mockery and sideways glances from the cynics, those who have lost all innocence or spark of what they themselves used to believe as well before the world turned them bitter and science turned them into unbelievers.
Let's start with God...or Jesus. Nothing could waver my belief in them and the fact that they are the only ones who can save my soul. I haven't seen them since I was created, but I have felt them, and sometimes the feeling of touch can be more convincing then that of sight. They are in fact real and amazing.
Okay, now that I got that off my chest and started with the most contraversial basics let's move on to something a little more difficult.
Unicorns. Who is to say that they never existed? Have they been without a reasonable doubt disproved? What about the sightings of unicorns since the idea of them were conceived? Where they maybe another animal mistaken for the fierce yet kind creature? And if you believe that theory can you in fact prove it?
Okay. I gave a couple of examples, but really it could be anything. It could be sea serpents, mermaids, sirens, vampires, fairies, shape shifters (which have been linked back to Native American beliefs.) And no...I am not saying that these all (excepting God) without a doubt exist, because no one can ever really be sure. But because of the unsureness of society they can't be thrown out just as the thought of them can't fully be accepted. Just remember though that the unseen can be more real then what we can touch with our fingertips and see in broad daylight, and everything...everything...has a grain of truth to it. Pick out which grain.
Keep your mind open to a certain point, don't be gullable, but look with new and wider eyes. Maybe think with a different piece of your mind. It has been said that those who don't believe usually falls the victim.
Thanks for listening to my babble for the day. I hope the sun shines bright on wherever u are in the world. Have a beautiful day!
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Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
You and Me
Cold outside the window.
Bitter November air.
All the trees are bare.
Opinions came from everywhere, but little did I care.
The choice wasn't theirs.
Right now I stare at the wall.
Right now you'd be opening the car door making a comment on how I'm bored.
And in this life we all get lost in it.
Everything seems harder then it should be.
When the tide rolls in it's sink or swim and at times it gets a little hard to breathe.
But in the end you'll see it's just you and me.
The lines were always breakable.
The hearts fragile to the touch.
The sun shined bright on my face.
It was such a beautiful, beautiful day.
I wish I'd worn white.
You in your gray t-shirt.
The stars aligned just right.
Six years came and went.
Hardly anytime I spent without you.
I love your interuptions and how you say my name.
And how you hate cold rain.
And I still love your smile and how you pull me in to dance...
And I love your imperfections and how you expect me to read your mind.
Just an open letter.
A little song just for you.
The tide rolls in.
It's sink or swim.
And at times it gets a little hard to breathe.
but in the end you'll see we're still just...
You and Me.
Bitter November air.
All the trees are bare.
Opinions came from everywhere, but little did I care.
The choice wasn't theirs.
Right now I stare at the wall.
Right now you'd be opening the car door making a comment on how I'm bored.
And in this life we all get lost in it.
Everything seems harder then it should be.
When the tide rolls in it's sink or swim and at times it gets a little hard to breathe.
But in the end you'll see it's just you and me.
The lines were always breakable.
The hearts fragile to the touch.
The sun shined bright on my face.
It was such a beautiful, beautiful day.
I wish I'd worn white.
You in your gray t-shirt.
The stars aligned just right.
Six years came and went.
Hardly anytime I spent without you.
I love your interuptions and how you say my name.
And how you hate cold rain.
And I still love your smile and how you pull me in to dance...
And I love your imperfections and how you expect me to read your mind.
Just an open letter.
A little song just for you.
The tide rolls in.
It's sink or swim.
And at times it gets a little hard to breathe.
but in the end you'll see we're still just...
You and Me.
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Fine, breakable lines
Just one sentence written on a random post it note and shoved in a box where it will stay with a pile of unread letters.
"It would be easier to forget you, but I can't, and I'm scared that I will."
If you have been there before you know how difficult it can be to ride that line of remembering and forgetting. There is also a referance to that same feeling, that same sentence in "My Dearest Rose." Iris struggles to ride the line because if she were to fall off of either side it could be dangerous and disasterous. An impending trainwreck.
You desperately try to remember and cling to the things that mattered the most, and even the things that didn't hold any meaning at all. You imagine every smile, every sound, every word, every hug, kiss, and the way that that someone would hold your hand, and even the way they would walk and smell. These memories terrify you to the core. It's called remembering too much. But another thought that paralyzes you and causes your heart to hammer against your thin skin in the middle of the night is that maybe if you don't brand it into your memory...you will forget...everything. Every smile, memory, sound, laugh, hug, kiss, taste, and smell. So you balance on the tightrope, high in the air, just waiting. For what? I don't know exactly. Something that may or may not ever happen.
I will never really be able to tell some of my deepest, most hidden, sensitive, and forbidden feelings. It may be because I simply can't or that there's just no way to verbalize it. If you can't verbalize things the right way, there's really no use in saying it in the first place. And just like Iris maybe I can ride that fragile line until the wire gives, but also just like her at least I have one person that understands. Maybe not fully, but can anyone ever really imagine the unimaginable unless they've been in your place and have walked down the road you have walked?
"It was really hard to do what I've been doing the past four years. Trying to remember, trying to forget. Balancing myself so I don't fall too far off of one side or the other." Iris
"It would be easier to forget you, but I can't, and I'm scared that I will."
If you have been there before you know how difficult it can be to ride that line of remembering and forgetting. There is also a referance to that same feeling, that same sentence in "My Dearest Rose." Iris struggles to ride the line because if she were to fall off of either side it could be dangerous and disasterous. An impending trainwreck.
You desperately try to remember and cling to the things that mattered the most, and even the things that didn't hold any meaning at all. You imagine every smile, every sound, every word, every hug, kiss, and the way that that someone would hold your hand, and even the way they would walk and smell. These memories terrify you to the core. It's called remembering too much. But another thought that paralyzes you and causes your heart to hammer against your thin skin in the middle of the night is that maybe if you don't brand it into your memory...you will forget...everything. Every smile, memory, sound, laugh, hug, kiss, taste, and smell. So you balance on the tightrope, high in the air, just waiting. For what? I don't know exactly. Something that may or may not ever happen.
I will never really be able to tell some of my deepest, most hidden, sensitive, and forbidden feelings. It may be because I simply can't or that there's just no way to verbalize it. If you can't verbalize things the right way, there's really no use in saying it in the first place. And just like Iris maybe I can ride that fragile line until the wire gives, but also just like her at least I have one person that understands. Maybe not fully, but can anyone ever really imagine the unimaginable unless they've been in your place and have walked down the road you have walked?
"It was really hard to do what I've been doing the past four years. Trying to remember, trying to forget. Balancing myself so I don't fall too far off of one side or the other." Iris
Monday, October 24, 2011
Pictures
I was sifting through old family pictures yesterday. A lot of them I had starred in at the young age of what looked to be about one to three years old, my wide blue eyes taking up most of my face, and even wider grin spread from ear to ear. In other photos were my dad, young, about seventeen, skinny with a slight sun kissed tan and long, blonde curly hair to his shoulders. He was wrestling with my uncle, whom I have always called Bubby. Bubby was only about fourteen, barely out of childhood. Then there was another picture of Bubby and I. I was about three and he was knelt down giving me a kiss, which I received happily. We were always so close, more to me like a brother other then an uncle.
My grandma and grandpa, so young and beautiful dominated quite a bit of pictures, my head sticking out of my grandpas sweatshirt in one, eyes red rimmed and watery from being sick from what I'm told. just like now I was also quite clausterphobic and didn't want to be in that sweatshirt in any way, shape, or form.
There were happy, reminicent photos of me and my younger sister of four years hugging on the front porch, and of my mother, dressed beautifully, hair curled. Such wonderful times with a family I would never have traded.
Now, you would think that I would have looked at these pictures with complete happiness. This wasn't exactly the case, though theier task of making me smile was fulfilled. Another more dominant thought filled my forethoughts though...Why has so much changed?
Why over the years do people drift away along with their memories and love? Why do people turn bitter and cold? Why do we be come resentful? Why do we let so many petty things get in the way of what matters most and hurt people we love the most beautifully? How can love fade as if it's just a blur of what used to be? Why do people decide that now that they are older they have to change who they are and what they care mostly for? Why do people we believe in disconnect themselves and make us question our beliefs all over again?
I remember the times that love was thought of above all, feelings of others were put before your own, and how you would die just to know that the one you love simply existed in this world, so you know that it wasn't just your imagination, or a dream or had unwillingly awakened from. I remember when things were less difficult and friendships were strong. I remember family. My final thought looking at that picture of daddy and bubby, pop and I peeking over a divider, sis and I hugging, and bubby giving me that kiss...Why can't it be the same?
So I place the old family photos back in place, close up the memories, and continue with now without completly forgetting then with a couple of stolen pictures folded in my heart.
My grandma and grandpa, so young and beautiful dominated quite a bit of pictures, my head sticking out of my grandpas sweatshirt in one, eyes red rimmed and watery from being sick from what I'm told. just like now I was also quite clausterphobic and didn't want to be in that sweatshirt in any way, shape, or form.
There were happy, reminicent photos of me and my younger sister of four years hugging on the front porch, and of my mother, dressed beautifully, hair curled. Such wonderful times with a family I would never have traded.
Now, you would think that I would have looked at these pictures with complete happiness. This wasn't exactly the case, though theier task of making me smile was fulfilled. Another more dominant thought filled my forethoughts though...Why has so much changed?
Why over the years do people drift away along with their memories and love? Why do people turn bitter and cold? Why do we be come resentful? Why do we let so many petty things get in the way of what matters most and hurt people we love the most beautifully? How can love fade as if it's just a blur of what used to be? Why do people decide that now that they are older they have to change who they are and what they care mostly for? Why do people we believe in disconnect themselves and make us question our beliefs all over again?
I remember the times that love was thought of above all, feelings of others were put before your own, and how you would die just to know that the one you love simply existed in this world, so you know that it wasn't just your imagination, or a dream or had unwillingly awakened from. I remember when things were less difficult and friendships were strong. I remember family. My final thought looking at that picture of daddy and bubby, pop and I peeking over a divider, sis and I hugging, and bubby giving me that kiss...Why can't it be the same?
So I place the old family photos back in place, close up the memories, and continue with now without completly forgetting then with a couple of stolen pictures folded in my heart.
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Another open page: Tick Tock
Tick Tock (a poem)
Tick tock goes the clock.
Time fades and the deadbolts lock.
Tick tock, the caw of the crow.
Where he lives nobody knows.
Tick tock, the wind blows the trees.
We pass slowly by the lonesome swings. Life is a circle, we live and we die.
Life is the unknown.
Do you think we can fly?
Some live with no limits.
Some are scared to see light. Some are self- righteous.
And some are colder than night.
Tick tock, the dead feed off your life.
Tick tock, their teeth sinking in and as sharp as a knife.
Tick tock, everyone looks for a savior to rescue their soul. Tick tock, but the one you trust most devours you whole.
So when the pendulum swings and the night draws near.
When you lie in bed what is it you fear?
Another open page from one of my journals. One thing that you can rely on more then anything in your life is the fact that time...does...pass. Somebody had once told me "This to shall pass." It's something that I will never forget. In a way it gives you comfort, in a whole other way it brings fear. Thus "Tick tock goes the clock. Time fades and the deadbolts lock." Along with time and the changes of the seasons you can see differences in people. As cynical as this may seem I have noticed that it's easier for people to change for the worst more so then the better, though the reverse is possible.
Some people say that change never really happens. People always stay the same. I disagree.I've witnessed change among others. It can sometimes make you feel like an outsider. I want to keep myself the same and just better as I go. One thing that never ceases to truely amaze me is how opposite people can be though. "Some live with no limits. Some are scared to see light. Some are self righteous, and some are colder than night." I've run into individuals that believe they are invinsible. Nothing can touch them, and then there are those that are scared of everything, so they never leave there room. There are the ones who like to play the holy part, and then the few that have such a bitter coldness about them that you've never experienced before.
"The dead feed off your life." No, not the actual dead. I'm referring to the emotionally dead, spiritually dead, those who have no spark left in their eyes. Therefore so oyu will level down to them they try to take your spark from you. Run as fast as you can.
"The one you trust most devours you whole." It always happens that way doesn't it? Though there are those few times you come out in one piece. You trust somebody with every fiber of your being and they know it. So they see it as their chance to take advantage, because after all you believe in them right?
Everything about the above is fact based around human fear. Now here's the tough part, the match that starts the flame. All of it is true. After all who would choose a lie over one small strand of honesty anyway? With all of this being so you have to also choose to drown out the cynic that is in you, to keep the imagination of a child alive, the determination that fans the flame, and the hope that good still over powers and kills out all bad. If you believe any other way the fear will take over and suffocate you slowly.
One last question. "When you lie in bed what is it you fear?" Everyone has one.
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Sparks
I've come to realize that sometimes when faced with certain situations you just want to give up. To keep going you have to dig through the embers of what is left and find a tiny spark of what used to be. When you find that spark you know that there is still life and fire behind you, behind all you hope for, and all you wish so hard to become. Just like a fire without that spark you will be defeated and what you love will die. Whether it be something that you are passionate about, something that you're good at, an idea, a road you are set upon to travel, or even just you in general you have to stand your ground, overcome all, perservere like the wolF, and come out a champion.
Face your back to the wind, let it carry you down the path that you have chosen. Be leary of turning back and running to saftey, because sometimes uncharted, untamed territory is where you are supposed to be. The safe things and feelings that you are accustomed and have come to know and rely upon may not be the best bet, and it can be your greatest fear disguised, especially if what you fear is simply going nowhere, never having a chance to shine, or having your light extinguished and suffocated out. Take a chance, spread the wings that you didn't even realize that you had, inhale, breathe out, jump off that cliff and go in headfirst, fearless in every aspect of the word. It's the only way that I choose to live. What will come out of comfortable, safe decisions? Regret, what if, I should have, and I wish I could haves. When I look back upon my life at eighty years old I want to be able to look back knowing that I gave it my best shot, and I want to be able to say 'Hey, I did that!'
Face your back to the wind, let it carry you down the path that you have chosen. Be leary of turning back and running to saftey, because sometimes uncharted, untamed territory is where you are supposed to be. The safe things and feelings that you are accustomed and have come to know and rely upon may not be the best bet, and it can be your greatest fear disguised, especially if what you fear is simply going nowhere, never having a chance to shine, or having your light extinguished and suffocated out. Take a chance, spread the wings that you didn't even realize that you had, inhale, breathe out, jump off that cliff and go in headfirst, fearless in every aspect of the word. It's the only way that I choose to live. What will come out of comfortable, safe decisions? Regret, what if, I should have, and I wish I could haves. When I look back upon my life at eighty years old I want to be able to look back knowing that I gave it my best shot, and I want to be able to say 'Hey, I did that!'
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Sweet Dreams
So I find myself up late...again. To make my free time a little more constructive I decided to write on my book:) I finished chapter fourteen last week. It's titled "Love and Twine." Can anyone guess what it's about? I'd be interesting to see what people may suspect.
On a different note I would like to thank my mother for being the reason on this particular evening that I can't close my eyes! We watched a creepy show and my nightlight isn't much of any help. Yes! For those of you who don't know..I am twenty four and have a nightlight. No judging on this page! And lets talk about dreaming since we're already on the subject of sleep. A question has often ran through my mind. Which can be scarier? Dreams or memories? Another question...which is more lovely? Sleep tight all you beauties and dream sweetly.
P.S Just finished a book. "I've Heard That Song Before." I applaude Mary Higgans Clark! What a wonderful read! I couldn't out it down!
On a different note I would like to thank my mother for being the reason on this particular evening that I can't close my eyes! We watched a creepy show and my nightlight isn't much of any help. Yes! For those of you who don't know..I am twenty four and have a nightlight. No judging on this page! And lets talk about dreaming since we're already on the subject of sleep. A question has often ran through my mind. Which can be scarier? Dreams or memories? Another question...which is more lovely? Sleep tight all you beauties and dream sweetly.
P.S Just finished a book. "I've Heard That Song Before." I applaude Mary Higgans Clark! What a wonderful read! I couldn't out it down!
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Just for rainy days
Rainy days have always been my favorite (just as they have been to Iris:-)) and today just so happens to be one of those days! I started my day waking up a little later then I wanted. It was still kind of dark outside because of the gray skies, but once I heard the trickling of the rain on the roof and pinging off of the windows I jumped up and got ready.
I promised my parents my help with painting. At times I was doing pretty good and getting it done, but then a movie came on t.v that looked really good, so I went from painting to just holding a paint brush in my hand and brushing it against something as my eyes were glued to the television. I hope I didn't paint something I shouldn't have. We'll find out... For a moment there I think I actually forgot what I was doing. Note: Speaking of t.v the Supernatural premiere was on the other night! I saved it to the dvr to watch while my kids are asleep and haven't been able to yet. I think I'm going to have to throw elbows to get to the remote.
Anyways...That's been pretty much my day. The past couple or few nights I've been writing a lot! From the time my kids shut their eyes to the moment I shut mine. So much is coming to me so fast I just have to try to get it all down before I forget what the awesome idea I had was! Haha! I'll be back at it again tonight though! I can't go long without Jason...I start dreaming about him.
So peace, love, and God you guys! All my love...
P.S remember...smile when you see the rain :-) <----just like that...
I promised my parents my help with painting. At times I was doing pretty good and getting it done, but then a movie came on t.v that looked really good, so I went from painting to just holding a paint brush in my hand and brushing it against something as my eyes were glued to the television. I hope I didn't paint something I shouldn't have. We'll find out... For a moment there I think I actually forgot what I was doing. Note: Speaking of t.v the Supernatural premiere was on the other night! I saved it to the dvr to watch while my kids are asleep and haven't been able to yet. I think I'm going to have to throw elbows to get to the remote.
Anyways...That's been pretty much my day. The past couple or few nights I've been writing a lot! From the time my kids shut their eyes to the moment I shut mine. So much is coming to me so fast I just have to try to get it all down before I forget what the awesome idea I had was! Haha! I'll be back at it again tonight though! I can't go long without Jason...I start dreaming about him.
So peace, love, and God you guys! All my love...
P.S remember...smile when you see the rain :-) <----just like that...
Open page number 3
My sister one day came to me and handed me a piece of paper and said "Try this. I am. We can read them to one another and listen to the different perspectives that two can get on one subject." On the paper was just a simple list of words. With each word you had to write a poem based on that one word. I didn't have much going on at the time. I had completed My Dearest Rose and was just starting the second part. I thought I could give it a try in my free time. I never looked at the word in front of the one I was on. I liked it to be a surprise. One night a little after midnight, I came upon a certain word and thought 'well...I think I'm gonna like this one!' So I sat down in the dark, and picked up my pen and paper.
Night has always been seen to some people as the time that holds the most evil, I see it as beautiful. I never did get to here my sister's perspective. Soon after the interest died out. With that being so...here is a poem that I titled Dusk.
Night has always been seen to some people as the time that holds the most evil, I see it as beautiful. I never did get to here my sister's perspective. Soon after the interest died out. With that being so...here is a poem that I titled Dusk.
Dusk
Hello, I can’t tell you my name for it changes all the time.
My words are of poison and I lure you in with lies.
I come out at dusk and lurk from far away.
I’m a creature of night, I hide in the light of day.
I can be centuries old or maybe just decades.
My skin stays cold, my eyes are dark, and I never age.
I feed off of the blood pumping through your veins.
I can never be caught, you would think I never even came.
Some see me as evil, some as deadly as sin.
But some see me as attractive and that’s how I rope them in.
Stories circulate of me all the time.
Not all of them are true.
But do you want to test the ones that are?
We can test them on you.
Because once I have you in my grasp there is no way of escape.
If someone was to find you, it would still be to late.
I’ll leave your body lifeless, pale as the moon in the middle of night.
You see, to me you’re just a feast, no matter if it’s wrong or right.
So in the end when dusk draws near I’ll be hiding in the dark.
Stay inside, lock your doors, and cover up tight.
I never miss my mark.
Thursday, September 22, 2011
A Twilight Lullaby
One day about a month ago when I was a little bored I decided to play around on my guitar thinking that I may or may not find a song along the way. And you know what? I did! I stumbled upon a little something that sounded...refreshing...calming. I decided! It shall be a lullaby! So then, I just let my mind wander while I strummed. I thought of the birds that my kids love to watch flying and picking at the ground in search of grains of food. I thought of the wind and the feel of dusk, the twilight hour. The silhouettes of the trees, the limbs, and how the stars seem to shine so flawlessly on them. I thought of the coyote and how my son always talks about the coyotes at night and his smile when we sit and listen to them running free. I ended my thoughts with the peace behind the darkness and the moon. This is what was created! I have a couple of other lullaby's but the kids seemed to have enjoyed this one more. Unfortunately all I can share with you are the lyrics:)
A Twilight Lullaby
The sun slips a quiet good-bye.
The blackbird flies, silent as a sigh.
The sun slips a quiet good-bye.
And the blackbird flies.
And the blackbird flies.
The night breathes once again.
It sings in whispers with the wind.
The night breathes once again.
It sings in whispers with the wind.
And it calls to me.
And it calls to me.
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hmmm…
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hmmm…
The treetops dance with the stars.
Coyote sings to you from afar.
Knees hit the ground.
Knees hit the ground.
Dusk is bruised, blue, black and gold.
Dusk is bruised, blue, black, and gold.
So hold on... hold on... hold on.
And we sing.
And it calls to me.
And it calls to me.
So close your eyes.
Here’s a twilight lullaby.
As the blackbird flies.
And it says dream sweetly.
Breathe easy.
You and I.
You and I.
And with that have a beautiful night!
Saturday, September 17, 2011
New story, added characters, same life of Iris Stone
My Dearest Rose. It's tragic and hopeful, eventful and fun, life defining and simple. The ups are up there and the downs leave you wondering if Iris will make it through, but even with all this my hope is that everyone can see the point of the story. If anyone were to ask me why this would be my response.
Life is as unpredictable as where the next road could take you or what the outcome of your next decision will be. Along with the unpredictability it can change as quickly as the beat of a heart. You will always have problems but it really depends on how strong you choose to be that will determine if you can make it through those problems. You can be at your weakest point in life and the next day find a spark of a flame as you sift through the embers of what is left. Keep that flame alive! The point is to fearlessly do what terrifies you. Face it, look it in the eye, and jump into the water. If it's the wrong choice learn from it, but the wrong choice is always better then the 'what ifs' you would face if you didn't do it. What could my life be like? The point is to let yourself be loved and fall madly in love in return. Get on your knees and pray, stretch your fingers towards the sky and reach for the light. Only then will you see things for what they truely are. Fight to survive, find something to live for and never let go of it. Fall in love with your best friend. Fall in love with a stranger. Fall in love in the most unpredicatable way. Jump over your hurdles, face your obstacles and keep going. You will get knocked down and you will fall, but when you get back up you will realize that you lived through it. If things came to easily they would be hard to be seen as a blessing and you will be much more appreciative in the long run. Forgive those who have hurt you and if they keep hurting you it's alright to lose your faith in them. It's okay to say that they will never change. Tell someone whatever it is that you need to tell them because it would be so much better to put yourself out there and possibly look stupid then to miss out on the chance. The reality is you may never have that chance again. Unspoken words can break a heart. Live, and do it fearless.
Now as for the second part. It is a different story, of course. New situations. New obstacles. New days to the life of Iris and Jason. What is up Jason's sleeve next? What problem will Iris be facing next? How crazy is Ian now? Haha! Along with...*drum roll* new characters. We will be introducing Sam (a vietnam vet) Rachel (a girl most will hate) Kate (it's a surprise!) Johnny (Kates son) Shilah (Josephs nephew) Kiah (Josephs son) Comfort (Josephs daughter) and we will be seeing more of Tala, Dane, and Ralina ( the waitress)! My hopes is that it will be completed by the end of fall and I am very excited to be getting it out to everyone! I won't tell you the name. That will be a surprise as well! I have to say that so far I have really enjoyed writing this one just as much as the first one and I'm having a little trouble right now keeping my fingers from giving a sneak peek. So for those who are fans if you liked the first one I hope you love the second. And yes! There will be a second! To those who are just stumbling on this page. You must get the first book to understand the second. With that all being said I hope everyone who reads this has a beautiful starry night. Dream sweetly.
Life is as unpredictable as where the next road could take you or what the outcome of your next decision will be. Along with the unpredictability it can change as quickly as the beat of a heart. You will always have problems but it really depends on how strong you choose to be that will determine if you can make it through those problems. You can be at your weakest point in life and the next day find a spark of a flame as you sift through the embers of what is left. Keep that flame alive! The point is to fearlessly do what terrifies you. Face it, look it in the eye, and jump into the water. If it's the wrong choice learn from it, but the wrong choice is always better then the 'what ifs' you would face if you didn't do it. What could my life be like? The point is to let yourself be loved and fall madly in love in return. Get on your knees and pray, stretch your fingers towards the sky and reach for the light. Only then will you see things for what they truely are. Fight to survive, find something to live for and never let go of it. Fall in love with your best friend. Fall in love with a stranger. Fall in love in the most unpredicatable way. Jump over your hurdles, face your obstacles and keep going. You will get knocked down and you will fall, but when you get back up you will realize that you lived through it. If things came to easily they would be hard to be seen as a blessing and you will be much more appreciative in the long run. Forgive those who have hurt you and if they keep hurting you it's alright to lose your faith in them. It's okay to say that they will never change. Tell someone whatever it is that you need to tell them because it would be so much better to put yourself out there and possibly look stupid then to miss out on the chance. The reality is you may never have that chance again. Unspoken words can break a heart. Live, and do it fearless.
Now as for the second part. It is a different story, of course. New situations. New obstacles. New days to the life of Iris and Jason. What is up Jason's sleeve next? What problem will Iris be facing next? How crazy is Ian now? Haha! Along with...*drum roll* new characters. We will be introducing Sam (a vietnam vet) Rachel (a girl most will hate) Kate (it's a surprise!) Johnny (Kates son) Shilah (Josephs nephew) Kiah (Josephs son) Comfort (Josephs daughter) and we will be seeing more of Tala, Dane, and Ralina ( the waitress)! My hopes is that it will be completed by the end of fall and I am very excited to be getting it out to everyone! I won't tell you the name. That will be a surprise as well! I have to say that so far I have really enjoyed writing this one just as much as the first one and I'm having a little trouble right now keeping my fingers from giving a sneak peek. So for those who are fans if you liked the first one I hope you love the second. And yes! There will be a second! To those who are just stumbling on this page. You must get the first book to understand the second. With that all being said I hope everyone who reads this has a beautiful starry night. Dream sweetly.
Friday, September 16, 2011
Open page/ Haunted
So I was thinking of opening up certain pages of my many...many notebooks to viewers. I won't tell you how many! Haha! Why you ask? Well, I thought that it would allow others to get to know me better. In these open pages, straight from the pages, without any words altered will be random thoughts, letters I've never given to the people they were meant for (though there will be no names...sry), poems, and other things that no one besides me has ever seen before. I hope that you all enjoy! Feel free to leave feedback. I'll first open up my most recent page.
"Haunted
My heart is in my throat.
I feel it beating fast.
I tightly grab this moment.
And try to make it pass.
My eyes turn upward.
Something tells me never to look back.
I hear you breathing loudly.
Like a train roaring on it's track.
I never did feel fear.
I never have been lost.
Never until now.
It's what being with you cost.
Now I hear the train humming.
It calls me by my name.
It whistles in the night.
Slowly driving me insane.
Oh, here it comes again.
It shakes me to my core.
It never goes away.
And it's always wanting more.
Here I lie awake.
I grin at the wall.
I smile when I cry.
And I laugh as I fall.
Now the rain is falling.
A story with every drop.
It screams out your name.
And it never, ever stops.
The shadow that I cast looks nothing like it should.
I try to turn back the clock but know I never could.
I pace beside my bed.
I rewind the day we met.
Every bad thing that I said.
Every moment that came and went.
There are bruises on my knees.
They are scraped, forever scarred.
From the times that I prayed.
From the times I've fallen hard.
So my heart is in my throat.
I feel it beating fast.
The memory of you haunts.
This feeling will never pass."
Everybody has been there I'm sure, and those who haven't will with time. Time has a funny effect on people. Sometimes you want to slow it down, or speed it up, but always...always...it goes at it's own pace. That's one thing you can rely on.
"Haunted
My heart is in my throat.
I feel it beating fast.
I tightly grab this moment.
And try to make it pass.
My eyes turn upward.
Something tells me never to look back.
I hear you breathing loudly.
Like a train roaring on it's track.
I never did feel fear.
I never have been lost.
Never until now.
It's what being with you cost.
Now I hear the train humming.
It calls me by my name.
It whistles in the night.
Slowly driving me insane.
Oh, here it comes again.
It shakes me to my core.
It never goes away.
And it's always wanting more.
Here I lie awake.
I grin at the wall.
I smile when I cry.
And I laugh as I fall.
Now the rain is falling.
A story with every drop.
It screams out your name.
And it never, ever stops.
The shadow that I cast looks nothing like it should.
I try to turn back the clock but know I never could.
I pace beside my bed.
I rewind the day we met.
Every bad thing that I said.
Every moment that came and went.
There are bruises on my knees.
They are scraped, forever scarred.
From the times that I prayed.
From the times I've fallen hard.
So my heart is in my throat.
I feel it beating fast.
The memory of you haunts.
This feeling will never pass."
Everybody has been there I'm sure, and those who haven't will with time. Time has a funny effect on people. Sometimes you want to slow it down, or speed it up, but always...always...it goes at it's own pace. That's one thing you can rely on.
The ones who can swing on a star
Irrevocable: That cannot be revoked, recalled, or undone; unalterable
Love: to be fond of; a strong affection for or attachment or devotion to a person or persons
Irrevocable and love. Two words that go very well together, because after all if you really love someone, the love will always be unalterable right?
I have lost people in my life. Some had been in my life since I was born. I knew them by blood, relation, and by choice of course. Just because you are related to someone doesn't mean that you have to know them. Then there is one that I had only known far to shortly, but had loved deeply. Each one of these people had left an imprint on my heart, mind, and soul. I loved them all in different ways, but it was love the same. You should know that I don't believe in throwing the word love around loosely. It took me a while to learn what love was, when it was true, and when it was just a dishonest nothing whispered in your ear. When I had learned though I had finally understood what it was all about and how simple yet beautiful it really is. So...when I love I love irrevocably.
With that being said, I want to give a quick recognition to the ones I've lost for changing, molding, and affecting my life in some way. I knew you all in different ways, but the fact that I was to know you was clearly written in the stars. Without either of us knowing you have helped pathe my way and light my path. When I want to smile I think of you. When I feel like shedding a tear I think of you. When I want to remember back...I think of you. Above all...thank you for giving me the chance to love you.
Love: to be fond of; a strong affection for or attachment or devotion to a person or persons
Irrevocable and love. Two words that go very well together, because after all if you really love someone, the love will always be unalterable right?
I have lost people in my life. Some had been in my life since I was born. I knew them by blood, relation, and by choice of course. Just because you are related to someone doesn't mean that you have to know them. Then there is one that I had only known far to shortly, but had loved deeply. Each one of these people had left an imprint on my heart, mind, and soul. I loved them all in different ways, but it was love the same. You should know that I don't believe in throwing the word love around loosely. It took me a while to learn what love was, when it was true, and when it was just a dishonest nothing whispered in your ear. When I had learned though I had finally understood what it was all about and how simple yet beautiful it really is. So...when I love I love irrevocably.
With that being said, I want to give a quick recognition to the ones I've lost for changing, molding, and affecting my life in some way. I knew you all in different ways, but the fact that I was to know you was clearly written in the stars. Without either of us knowing you have helped pathe my way and light my path. When I want to smile I think of you. When I feel like shedding a tear I think of you. When I want to remember back...I think of you. Above all...thank you for giving me the chance to love you.
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
There are times that you take different directions in life and you have to pick the direction that is right for you. Sometimes you hear opinions coming from all sides with everyones different prespective and angle on the situation, but you just really have to clear the mecca and decide for yourself. Even if you dread it. Even if the decision is terrible, it's your terrible decision. If it's good then you've pathed your way. Sometimes you wish that someone could make the decison for you and pray for a sign from God what it should be. He may answer you, or he may decide you need to travel that road alone. There are different decisions in life, and when making the choices that you have to you can either dip your toes in and test the water or take a flying leap and hope the waters aren't shark infested. You may sit back and think 'what is this girl taling about, making a decision isn't so tough.' Correction. It's not tough if you are not the one that has to make it. In theory it may seem simple, and granted it may be to another person... but I have to say that as of right now I am not that other person and my choices aren't so simple. Not even in thory.
With this being said I will not tell you the choice that I have to make, but I assure you that you will find out in the near future. I actually have made it after a month of consideration, and feel that it's the right choice for this particular time in my life and I just have to believe that other doors will be opened for me and that a well lightened path lies ahead. Okay...and also that the murky waters aren't so shark infested. With fingers crossed maybe not even that deep. I'm not so good of a swimmer. One good thing is on my side though, I do good at keeping my head above water.
With this being said I will not tell you the choice that I have to make, but I assure you that you will find out in the near future. I actually have made it after a month of consideration, and feel that it's the right choice for this particular time in my life and I just have to believe that other doors will be opened for me and that a well lightened path lies ahead. Okay...and also that the murky waters aren't so shark infested. With fingers crossed maybe not even that deep. I'm not so good of a swimmer. One good thing is on my side though, I do good at keeping my head above water.
Saturday, September 10, 2011
Mystery writers of america presents...
On a Raven's Wing!!!
Yes! A new book that I discovered! I got it for cheap and figured that I would try it out. What is so exciting about it you ask? Okay! It's new tales in honor of one of my favorite and imaginative authors Edgar Allan Poe! My cat is even named after him:-) Don't judge me.
It has stories in it from Mary Higgins Clark (for the record if you haven't read her book "Remember Me" you must) and many other authors. After I'm done I'll give you all an update about what I thought of it! Stay tuned!
Yes! A new book that I discovered! I got it for cheap and figured that I would try it out. What is so exciting about it you ask? Okay! It's new tales in honor of one of my favorite and imaginative authors Edgar Allan Poe! My cat is even named after him:-) Don't judge me.
It has stories in it from Mary Higgins Clark (for the record if you haven't read her book "Remember Me" you must) and many other authors. After I'm done I'll give you all an update about what I thought of it! Stay tuned!
Saturday, September 3, 2011
Perfection pressure
I was thinking earlier of some people around me. Some people that I know or had known, people that are or were different in so many ways. Then I took these people and limited it down to two different catagories of people. People who have the mind conception that they are perfect and then there are those who admit their faults. Yes, God made you unique. There is only one of you and on this entire earth with all the people that have been here and all the ones that will be here in the future, there still will be only one of you. Unique does not mean perfect. You can take that as you'd like and you make yourself out to be whatever you want to be. You can choose to be forgotten, or remembered. You can choose to be selfish, or you can give the very shirt off of your back. You can choose to degrade and be mean to people, or you can choose to treat others with the respect that everyone deserves. You can gossip behind others' back, take pictures of them at their worst,point out their flaws, and laugh, or you can be beautiful and love them for who they are. After all it's not our place to judge. With all of this said I will say one more thing. There is no perfection, don't strive for it. You will never meet it. You will come out disappointed and stressed in the end. The best that you can do is do your best, speak your best, act your best, and love with all you have in you. And always, always give without expecting anything back. So I guess I fall into the latter of the two types of people. I will not say I'm perfect. I am not flawless. I am human.
Who am I?
I can't keep my hair one color (not sure if it's from boredom or an identity crisis, I go with boredom)
I can't paint my nails because I chew them, but when I do I prefer black nail polish
My hair seems to stay a tangled mess
I can't tell people how I truely feel sometimes because I'm scared
I'm stubborn to a fault
I don't like shoes
Sometimes I fear my dreams will only stay dreams
I wonder sometimes if the people that I love so much my heart breaks will ever really know how much I love them
I'm scared of a loss of imagination
One thing that I don't want to be is cynical
I want to be seen
I want to shine
I'm haunted
I want God to know that I love him
I could list more but I'm not sure anyone has the time for that.
Perfection is a myth. What catagory do you fall into?
Who am I?
I can't keep my hair one color (not sure if it's from boredom or an identity crisis, I go with boredom)
I can't paint my nails because I chew them, but when I do I prefer black nail polish
My hair seems to stay a tangled mess
I can't tell people how I truely feel sometimes because I'm scared
I'm stubborn to a fault
I don't like shoes
Sometimes I fear my dreams will only stay dreams
I wonder sometimes if the people that I love so much my heart breaks will ever really know how much I love them
I'm scared of a loss of imagination
One thing that I don't want to be is cynical
I want to be seen
I want to shine
I'm haunted
I want God to know that I love him
I could list more but I'm not sure anyone has the time for that.
Perfection is a myth. What catagory do you fall into?
Thursday, September 1, 2011
A couple of thank you's!
I would just like to take the time to say thank you to two very sweet people, Krystal Larson and Jessica DeWulf! If you are looking for great books, amazing reviews, and beautiful blogs visit them! They rock! Peace, Love, Books and Live To Read! From the bottom of my heart thanks you guys!
Free Spirit
I've been thinking a lot about freedom lately and how it would feel to go where you wish, when you wish, with just enough money in your pocket to get you by. How would it feel to run free and wild through the woods barefoot and dirty? How does it feel to swim with the ocean tide and leave your footprints in the sand? What would it be like to fly like a bird, going as high as you want, with no one telling you any direction or which way that you're supposed to go?
So many people have the beautiful chance to live as free as a bird, or wolf. They can come and go like the ocean tide. These few people are called lucky.
So many times have I felt like running, hair undone, or swimming so deep that surely there could be no way of return. So many times have I felt like I wanted to fly to the top of the highest tree, or to pack up whats important, leave the rest, and go wherever the road wishes to take me. And you know what? I will. Only I can make the decision to do so just like every single one of us have control over our own destiny. That is why God gave us choices.
So here's to all the free spirits. We're one in the same.
Free Spirit, walk that extra mile.
Free Spirit, open doors with just your smile.
Free Spirit, You'll never be happy in your comfort zone.
Free Spirit, I know you feel the world is your home.
The sun rise just means another journey.
The dark skies too and embers burning.
Free Spirit, tear your heart right out of your chest.
Free Spirit, pick up the pieces and leave all the rest.
Free Spirit, mark each beach with a footprint in the sand.
Free Spirit, carve your name upon the land.
You run like a wolf free in the night.
The spirit of a bird, wings burning bright.
Free Spirit, a gypsy in a world where faces are the same.
Free Spirit, even if you wanted to you could never change.
To find you I'll follow your flame of desire.
One day you'll set the world we know on fire.
Free Spirit, I bleed you out everyday.
Free Spirit, I can't verbalize all I'd like to say.
Free Spirit, leave your fingerprint on the stars.
Free Spirit, you've flown away and yet you're never far.
Love to you all!
So many people have the beautiful chance to live as free as a bird, or wolf. They can come and go like the ocean tide. These few people are called lucky.
So many times have I felt like running, hair undone, or swimming so deep that surely there could be no way of return. So many times have I felt like I wanted to fly to the top of the highest tree, or to pack up whats important, leave the rest, and go wherever the road wishes to take me. And you know what? I will. Only I can make the decision to do so just like every single one of us have control over our own destiny. That is why God gave us choices.
So here's to all the free spirits. We're one in the same.
Free Spirit, walk that extra mile.
Free Spirit, open doors with just your smile.
Free Spirit, You'll never be happy in your comfort zone.
Free Spirit, I know you feel the world is your home.
The sun rise just means another journey.
The dark skies too and embers burning.
Free Spirit, tear your heart right out of your chest.
Free Spirit, pick up the pieces and leave all the rest.
Free Spirit, mark each beach with a footprint in the sand.
Free Spirit, carve your name upon the land.
You run like a wolf free in the night.
The spirit of a bird, wings burning bright.
Free Spirit, a gypsy in a world where faces are the same.
Free Spirit, even if you wanted to you could never change.
To find you I'll follow your flame of desire.
One day you'll set the world we know on fire.
Free Spirit, I bleed you out everyday.
Free Spirit, I can't verbalize all I'd like to say.
Free Spirit, leave your fingerprint on the stars.
Free Spirit, you've flown away and yet you're never far.
Love to you all!
Friday, August 26, 2011
A chat about my favorite book
So, I'm reading Wuthering Heights again. One of the books that makes me laugh and cry, and when that happens you know that it's a good book and that the writer was just simply a talented genious.
I can't get over the crazy, inescapeable, borderlining psychotic love that Catherine and Heathcliff had for one another, and it leaves you saying to yourself in the middle of sobs..."I want a love like that." Then, you start to ask your husband odd question about if he would want you to haunt him if you were to die before him. The facial expressions that play on his face in the middle of the interagation are halarious!
Seriously though, all joking aside...
It didn't matter what they went through, that love was always there. It was that one certain love that makes everyone and everything else disappear, nothing else in this world matters...except for that one person. They fought, laughed, cried, and drove each other to the brinks of insanity. They were seperated for years and even married different people, but their hearts and souls were always together. They haunted each other and they owned each other until the day that they both died.
Crazy right? The thing is though, is that the reason I love this couple more then any other is just because of the ups and downs, the seperations, and gut wrenching heartbreak. A lot of people have the mind concept that if you are in love then you never fight, you're attached at the hip, and get along all the time. Listen everyone! That is not the case.
When you are in love you do fight, you do argue, there can be times where you are seperated, years even. You can marry someone else or the other way around. You can live your own life, but you always find your way back to the one you truely love, because that's where your heart knows home is.
The person you love will drive you crazy, insane even. One second you'll curse his name and maybe even tell yourself that you hate him, and the next second you're laughing together, dancing, and kissing. It takes a strong love to endure all of the twists and turns in life, and because that love can rise above is simply what makes it love.
Emily Bronte showed us this. She showed us what real love is and does and what it can conquer. That is why she was a brilliant writer and that is why she is remembered to this day. It is easy to make it through the good times, but the hard times is what stretches the strength of your love to the limits and tests in longtivity. The hard times is what makes the love grow stronger.
I can't get over the crazy, inescapeable, borderlining psychotic love that Catherine and Heathcliff had for one another, and it leaves you saying to yourself in the middle of sobs..."I want a love like that." Then, you start to ask your husband odd question about if he would want you to haunt him if you were to die before him. The facial expressions that play on his face in the middle of the interagation are halarious!
Seriously though, all joking aside...
It didn't matter what they went through, that love was always there. It was that one certain love that makes everyone and everything else disappear, nothing else in this world matters...except for that one person. They fought, laughed, cried, and drove each other to the brinks of insanity. They were seperated for years and even married different people, but their hearts and souls were always together. They haunted each other and they owned each other until the day that they both died.
Crazy right? The thing is though, is that the reason I love this couple more then any other is just because of the ups and downs, the seperations, and gut wrenching heartbreak. A lot of people have the mind concept that if you are in love then you never fight, you're attached at the hip, and get along all the time. Listen everyone! That is not the case.
When you are in love you do fight, you do argue, there can be times where you are seperated, years even. You can marry someone else or the other way around. You can live your own life, but you always find your way back to the one you truely love, because that's where your heart knows home is.
The person you love will drive you crazy, insane even. One second you'll curse his name and maybe even tell yourself that you hate him, and the next second you're laughing together, dancing, and kissing. It takes a strong love to endure all of the twists and turns in life, and because that love can rise above is simply what makes it love.
Emily Bronte showed us this. She showed us what real love is and does and what it can conquer. That is why she was a brilliant writer and that is why she is remembered to this day. It is easy to make it through the good times, but the hard times is what stretches the strength of your love to the limits and tests in longtivity. The hard times is what makes the love grow stronger.
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Verbalization
I've been thinking a little today about emotion and what exactly would you consider an emotional defect? Would it be someone who can't exactly portray how they really feel on the outside, so they paint their face, sit straight, and smile, and then go home and cry it all out in a letter that no one will ever see in a shoebox under their bed? Or could it possibly be the extreme opposite? Like maybe someone who falls so hard they feel they can't breathe? They rip their heart out and wear it on there sleeve for everyone to see and they have nothing to hide. The biggest question that I have is...is it possible to be of both extremes?
I've also come to the conclusion that some things that you feel can't possibly be verbalized. It hangs on your tongue but never parts because however you may say it, it just doesn't come out right. So the feeling sits, and it stirs, and it eats away at you, and you want to scream, and you want to run, but your stuck. Here's a thought though. It may not be able to be verbalized but just maybe it can be wrote.
So I write... for all to see like the one who has their heart on their sleeve, and I write a letter that no one will ever see and shove it in a shoebox to stay, and I write because...well, there are some things that you just can't verbalize.
I've also come to the conclusion that some things that you feel can't possibly be verbalized. It hangs on your tongue but never parts because however you may say it, it just doesn't come out right. So the feeling sits, and it stirs, and it eats away at you, and you want to scream, and you want to run, but your stuck. Here's a thought though. It may not be able to be verbalized but just maybe it can be wrote.
So I write... for all to see like the one who has their heart on their sleeve, and I write a letter that no one will ever see and shove it in a shoebox to stay, and I write because...well, there are some things that you just can't verbalize.
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Sneak Peek
Just a little sneak peek into "My Dearest Rose" for all of you.
"My dearest Rose,
Here it all is. A life of fantasy and tragedy. A life of love and happiness, and bitterness and death. a life that's mine. My life as I have ever known it. All of my memories etched on paper. All of them timeless, treasured, unchanged, and untouched. Some are tragic and painful, but some are well loved and joyous. With every life there are ups and there are downs. It's the price you have to pay to be alive, but live you do. One day you will experience heartbreak, but keep in mind when it happens that the pain will not last long and you will soon find love to replace it. The love? Well, the love lasts longer then this world will allow..."
If you would like to take the first part of Iris and Jason's journey with them, check out "My Dearest Rose." It's now available through Authorhouse, Amazon, and Barnes and Noble online! Love to all of you and goodnight!
Jessie
"My dearest Rose,
Here it all is. A life of fantasy and tragedy. A life of love and happiness, and bitterness and death. a life that's mine. My life as I have ever known it. All of my memories etched on paper. All of them timeless, treasured, unchanged, and untouched. Some are tragic and painful, but some are well loved and joyous. With every life there are ups and there are downs. It's the price you have to pay to be alive, but live you do. One day you will experience heartbreak, but keep in mind when it happens that the pain will not last long and you will soon find love to replace it. The love? Well, the love lasts longer then this world will allow..."
If you would like to take the first part of Iris and Jason's journey with them, check out "My Dearest Rose." It's now available through Authorhouse, Amazon, and Barnes and Noble online! Love to all of you and goodnight!
Jessie
Monday, August 15, 2011
The short story of Smokey and Bandit
Once upon a time, there were two racoons Smokey and Bandit. Smokey and Bandit were the cutest furry little things, but they had one bad habit! Tearing out trash. I know! No one likes it! Well, Smokey and Bandit were used to getting shooed away, maybe even threatened. Maybe a time or two a dog was released on them. Who knows? It happens occasionally. All of this ended one fateful night they found a little tan house off in the middle of the woods.
One night Smokey and Bandit snuck to this house when all the lights were out and rummaged through and just tore out all the trash in search of whatever reminants of food that they could find. They cringed with every howl in the night or rustle in the leaves never knowing if they were going to be attacked and ran off again. Amazingly enough, they walked away that night with full bellies and unharmed.....
Okay, so I'm sure that you've caught onto the little tan house being the one that I live in. It was me that had to clean up all the trash that they had left on the porch and you can imagine my excitement while doing it! Yeah...there was none. I could never harm a little hair on a racoons body though ( I used to own one, cute little Chatters) and for some reason our lab, Mackey, were just amazed by them and found no reason to attack. So night after night they would tear out the trash and morning after morning I was cleaning it up. I hatched a plan! As that plan was born so was a new comfortable relationship between me, Smokey, and Bandit. Now I leave food out for them and they won't tear the trash out! The end of my trash picking up days! They even let me and Mackey sit by the door and watch as they sort through the leftover food and lick their little hands off.
Some people, like my grandma, thinks that I'm crazy. I kind of like the deal that we've made and how it feels to be Snow White. They have even spread the word and has brought another little friend, a possum, that I took upon myself to name Orbit! Now since they are wild I would never try to touch them. I do like all of my fingers! They are very cute watching through glass though. The point of this story? Co exsist. And everyone lives happily ever after! The End!
One night Smokey and Bandit snuck to this house when all the lights were out and rummaged through and just tore out all the trash in search of whatever reminants of food that they could find. They cringed with every howl in the night or rustle in the leaves never knowing if they were going to be attacked and ran off again. Amazingly enough, they walked away that night with full bellies and unharmed.....
Okay, so I'm sure that you've caught onto the little tan house being the one that I live in. It was me that had to clean up all the trash that they had left on the porch and you can imagine my excitement while doing it! Yeah...there was none. I could never harm a little hair on a racoons body though ( I used to own one, cute little Chatters) and for some reason our lab, Mackey, were just amazed by them and found no reason to attack. So night after night they would tear out the trash and morning after morning I was cleaning it up. I hatched a plan! As that plan was born so was a new comfortable relationship between me, Smokey, and Bandit. Now I leave food out for them and they won't tear the trash out! The end of my trash picking up days! They even let me and Mackey sit by the door and watch as they sort through the leftover food and lick their little hands off.
Some people, like my grandma, thinks that I'm crazy. I kind of like the deal that we've made and how it feels to be Snow White. They have even spread the word and has brought another little friend, a possum, that I took upon myself to name Orbit! Now since they are wild I would never try to touch them. I do like all of my fingers! They are very cute watching through glass though. The point of this story? Co exsist. And everyone lives happily ever after! The End!
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Come on! Who likes to review books?
As you know I am the author of "My Dearest Rose" the first out of a trilogy. Right now I'm looking for some reviewers if anyone is interested. It is a 400 word count fictional drama and is based off of the life of a 24 year old girl Iris. Iris lives in the small town of Falls City Oregon where she works at a small shop and plays music on the side at a local coffeeshop. She raises her 3 year old brother and is on bad terms with her mom. Her boyfriend had died 4 years earlier and she is still haunted by his memory. She then meets a guy named Jason whom she doesn't know is about to change her whole world. This is the story of a girls life that could be my own life, or your life. It's a story about how salvation can come from the most unlikely person and in the most unpredictable way. Because life is simply unpredictable. Sometimes not everything turns out the way that you hope or expect it to, but it rarely ever does, and sometimes, just sometimes that's alright. Sometimes you lose hope, and faith. Sometimes your dreams disappear and disinegrate and when that happens who is it that you cling to? "My Dearest Rose." You have to read the first to understand the second. Check it out through here, facebook, or twitter. Or if you wish you can go straight to it at Authorhouse, Amazon, or Barnes and Noble online.
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Immortality? Maybe...
So, I was thinking earlier today...which really isn't any different for me than any other day. But what ws particualerly on my mind was mortality. And what got me thinking of mortality was (of all things) watching my daughter Jewel play. Weird right? I know. I was thinking that a lot of people have a fear of mortality (to be honest myself included) I mean who wants to die? And if you could get any wish that you would want some would wish for immoratality. Then my next thought was this. If you got your wish, that may be just as scary if not scarier then mortality. Because really what is worse, dying or never being able to die and eventaually having nothing to live for. When all else that you have loved and treaured has perished and you are left...alone. And in the end, that's what would happen. And to be honest...What's the point in living when everything that keeps your heart beating is dead?
So, on a different note, after that somewhat morbid thought, I put it in the back of my mind and helped Jewel feed the horses carrots:-) The dark abyss' of my mind doesn't understadn some things but what it does undertand and revel in, as well as my heart, is the inteense amount of love that I have for the people that mean the most to me. And in the end I just want to thank then for keeping the spark in my eyes.
Oh...or you could just wish for immortality for all of you:-) That's a thought!
So, on a different note, after that somewhat morbid thought, I put it in the back of my mind and helped Jewel feed the horses carrots:-) The dark abyss' of my mind doesn't understadn some things but what it does undertand and revel in, as well as my heart, is the inteense amount of love that I have for the people that mean the most to me. And in the end I just want to thank then for keeping the spark in my eyes.
Oh...or you could just wish for immortality for all of you:-) That's a thought!
Friday, August 12, 2011
My Dearest Rose
Hey! I'm Jessie! I'm new to this. I just wanted everyone to know that I have my first and new novel out. It's titled "My Dearest Rose" and is the first of a three part trilogy! I am currently writing the second. If anyone wants to check it out stay posted or you can always go to Authorhouse, Amazon, or Barnes and Noble online. Thanks you guys! Here's a sneak peak!
"I realized that it's the first time I actually paid any attention to any other male since Charlie died. It made me feel kind of uncomfortable and a little guilty. I couldn't help it though. Should I feel this way? It was very hard to do what I've been doing he past four years. Trying to remember, trying to forget. Balancing myself so I don't fall to far off of one side or the other...."
"I realized that it's the first time I actually paid any attention to any other male since Charlie died. It made me feel kind of uncomfortable and a little guilty. I couldn't help it though. Should I feel this way? It was very hard to do what I've been doing he past four years. Trying to remember, trying to forget. Balancing myself so I don't fall to far off of one side or the other...."
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