Thursday, June 17, 2010

Letter from God

I've been reading the One-Minute Writer and someone sent in this piece which i thought was pretty cool.
One-Minute Writing of the Day:
Writer: davidseven

My blessed child,
I've been thinking about it, and have decided that you've had enough confusion and consternation in your life.

So from today, I shall be answering all your questions directly, and audibly, and using small words so you can understand me.



Sunday, June 13, 2010

Sunday storms

Watching the storm unfold from my window i notice the monkeys scuttling away deeper into the forest as a low rumble permeates the evenings silence from a distance. I'm sure the upcoming storm will leave uprooted trees, blocking the only entrance to my apartment tucked deep in this suburb.

As i gaze up at the darkening sky a lightning bolt smacks right into the tree top singeing the last traces of leafs and brances leaving the tall stump smoking with its tips charred black.

The thunder that followed rattled my window panes causing me to jump back a little but i held my ground watching the torrents of rain sweep past the hillside threatening the trees and shrubs in its way.

There goes the banana tree. A mini mud slide follows. I run around the house shutting all the windows. I'd forgotten that in my Sunday reverie and storm gazing. Just in time - my curtains are only very slightly wet.

I settle back into the couch and bury myself in a book of faeries and mythical creatures. The storm continues to run amok outside. Doors slam. Alarms go off after each roll of thunder.

The Fray's 'Unsaid' plays on my itunes. And i agree that "A hundred thousand words could not quite explain..."

This is my Sunday.

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Saturday, June 12, 2010

I hushed...

“Caddy got the box and set it on the floor and opened it. It was full of stars. When I was still, they were still. When I moved, they glinted and sparkled. I hushed.” 
― William FaulknerThe Sound and the Fury
Image via I'd Like To Fly


Thursday, June 03, 2010

a lil folksy and darn Choonz

These guys are awesome!
A set of tunes recorded live by Irish band Choonz (Paul Garner on low whistle, David Garner on fiddle and Brian Haitz on guitar)

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Wednesday, June 02, 2010

Stop the craziness!

I think I have lost the ability to hold a long conversation. I just met with a person to get some insights on business/ministry and after almost 2 hours of listening and explaining, my mind kept wondering if I was making any sense to him. I kept going over how I should have answered that question or how I could have explained this point a little better and why I should talk about this and that and then I realised.... I was actually analyzing myself as we were talking!
Imagine having an out of body experience WHILE having a conversation. It's like my out-of-body self was looking at my real-self and saying, "watchoo goin on about wooman?" and then my real-self was all like, "whoa! why is my heart beating so fast? Why can't i speak clearly and consicely and why... ice-cream! Hmm what was i saying? owhh shite anxiety attack!"
And so I got all fidgety and my face was contorted in a perpetual frown and the dude I was talking to figured I had lost him along the way so he then proceeded to repeat himself. *sweat*
SO then, as soon as I go back to the office I start to calm down a lil, and then I'm finally getting on with work. (Yeah like 2 hours AFTER lunch time.) What a weirdo! But I was thinking... maybe when the next person says "Lets talk." Or "Lets meet over lunch to discuss the implications of A + B -C," then I'd go, "Nahh i don't do conversations."
It'll be so nonchalant like, "Nahh I don't smoke anymore." or "Nahh, i don't drink anymore. I'm 360 days sober." or something around those lines.
But of course then I'd be the most horrible writer ever! I wouldn't be able to do interviews and I wouldn't be able to dig for info and get good gossip and be a fact checker. Darn you voice of the beehive!
Beehive! Geddit? Melisa = Honeybee. ME - beehive..... no? Nevermind...