Getting handy with a push broom

I know I haven't updated in a while, and I don't even have a super good explanation for it. Hah. Other than the fact that I've been a little bit more busy with work study at Velocity, which opened up the ability to take more classes for less moneys. I've been getting used to it, things are coming a little more naturally now. And I keep feeling more and more welcome into the dance community there, it's wonderful. I even was given an opportunity to bartend at the last show I volunteered at for the first time. So I am gaining employable skills! Hurray!

Also I have a kind of starter poem that I've been meaning to work on lately and put up, but maybe I will just put up the rough draft and then I can get some input from anyone who wants to give it!


I once heard
the secret songs of trees with you,
their whispers
of all hopeful things.
I felt their joy and desire and peace,
but you heard it and only felt fear.
You could tell
things larger than you, us,
were living and breathing
and sharing with us
their raw honesty.
Maybe
you liked the idea of it,
because you shared the story with your friends
so you would sound
like all the things you wanted to be.
But now I know
you couldn't handle it.
So I went on
to stand
in high places
on dark nights
to hear the mournful bittersweet stories
of the wind and water,
rocks and trees.

In other news I'm back in Port Angeles for a bit, and I'm feeling really thankful for good friends. Friends that are there for you through thick and thin. Life is tumultuous and hard but we will be stronger in the end for it. I am also very thankful for the existence of cupcakes, because without them I don't think life would be as easy to get through. So, cheers to cupcakes and good friends.
And pretty pictures! Got to include my recent pretty pictures.

Night walking

 Self portrait. kinda.

 Sunny day flowers backyard pretty.

 

ALSO THE NEW ANDREW BIRD ALBUM IS OUT, AND THE SHINS. THEY ARE BOTH REALLY GOOD. GET THEM.

Kaybai.

Thank you! Happy Holidays!

Hey. So yeah, it's been awhile. It's not like I'm not doing anything, though! Last weekend I had gingerbread weekend at my Grandma MacIntosh's, which is where we create a bunch of gingerbread and get obsessed about it all. That was really fun, and we also got a bunch of family pictures taken by some photographers that came. So I will post those pictures and pictures of the gingerbread as soon as I get them.
 Going backwards from there, I went to a dance class with someone from the Mark Morris Dance Company on Saturday morning. It was really fun because we did weird things with time signatures, which I haven't done a whole lot of in dance yet. We danced in 2, to a 3/4 time signature. For any band geeks that happen to read this, you already know that is called a Hemiola. I was stoked because I think I was the only one in the class who actually knew what he was talking about when he used the term. It was also cool because my dad and Jenny and I had seen the Mark Morris Dance Company at the Moore the previous night. The choreography was really clever, actually. That's the only way I can describe it.

Anyways, today, I'm working at my dad's work- doing some odd jobs etc. While folding their christmas cards, I saw the window washer outside on our window, in the rain/fog/mist- whatever you want to call it. Anyways, it looked like such a miserable day to be doing it, and an idea just jumped into my head. So I followed through with my impulse and wrote in my journal in big capital letters, "THANK YOU! HAPPY HOLIDAYS!" When I showed it to him, he waved and got a big grin on his face, and I got all warm and fuzzy inside. Hurray!

Definition of perfection: random acts of kindness
Also, probably Beecher's flagship grilled cheese sandwiches. Those are good too.

Hey, I wrote something!

Alright, so not much has been going on that anybody really wants to hear about. I've been working for my dad's company, thenewBlank, doing some production management type stuffy-stuff. Yep. Yayay. This weekend I'm visiting Port Angeles for my mom's birthday, my boyfriend's band's debut concert, and probably some visiting of friends that are back for Thanksgiving. So I'm looking forward to that.
In the meanwhile, I wrote a poem kind of thing today! I haven't in awhile! So I'm excited!

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I've stood here countless times before
one of them with you
so why is it
that's the only one I can remember?
That time, I took a picture
of the skyscraper with the rounded top,
straight in front of us, me,
against a bright blue sky with white clouds.
It was cool that day.
I tell myself
I remember that only
because it is always cool,
in Seattle.
Tonight, it stands
against a charcoal night.
The leaves on the trees planted in the sidewalk,
illuminated by lamposts,
are bright,
bright yellow.
Especially against
such black bark
and such charcoal night.
I am more aware of those around me,
but only because
it is night,
not because of the lack of company.
That time,
we rubbed each other's ears, and
talked
of forever.
Tonight, I think
of forever ago,
but only slightly.
I mostly think
of my disheveled hair in the reflection of the busses
as they come, stop, go.
I mostly think of
the bus I am looking for
and why isn't it here yet?
Why isn't it here now?
It was here for a moment,
while I
was a block away,
I saw it whip past me, and stop,
while I ran to catch it.
I was not too slow,
but my bus was too fast,
and- away.
So now I wait.
Other busses come, stop, go
and I direct my attention
to my reflection when they stop,
and to the bright yellow leaves
against the charcoal night
flying straight, fast, in the opposite direction
when they go.

Let me know what you think in the comments! Criticism is appreciated!