All posts filed under: A few simple words

And Maybe…. Mystery

I point my ears to the farthest tree and listen to the needles sway and sing, like a nursery song remembered from childhood. I’m thinking about mending, about restoring, about the remedy of words. Dusk settles and my thoughts inch toward alone-ness. When I sit on the suburban steps staring out at the particulates and angels hidden in the ashes of cigarettes, I think of the soul, of how, maybe it smells like the dampness of rain and if it can be mended. A soul who exists in autonomy, hermiting against the waking world. Content to watch the seeds separate and sow, to watch the birds bend back their beaks in this August heat. The truth is: we exist only inside ourselves, our souls are dormant and our real selves, unactualized. Often times, we are only ever half a real person. We whisper ourselves to sleep and drown in stagnant waters, warm, and maybe even comfortable. And, so, the words we use to sooth ourselves begin to ring true; we listen without question, without second …

A Simple Silence

How to Be a Poet (to remind myself) BY WENDELL BERRY Make a place to sit down. Sit down. Be quiet. You must depend upon affection, reading, knowledge, skill—more of each than you have—inspiration, work, growing older, patience, for patience joins time to eternity… Breathe with unconditional breath the unconditioned air. Shun electric wire. Communicate slowly. Live a three-dimensioned life; stay away from screens. Stay away from anything that obscures the place it is in. There are no unsacred places; there are only sacred places and desecrated places. Accept what comes from silence. Make the best you can of it. Of the little words that come out of the silence, like prayers prayed back to the one who prays, make a poem that does not disturb the silence from which it came.

Drishti

I’ve been absent from writing for quite a while now and each one of my posts seems to read more like an accuse or apology…. though I’m not sure exactly to whom, maybe myself, maybe you. I’ve finally finished with my undergraduate degree, I never actually thought it would take me this long. When I was younger life to me was just linear and (I imagined) if I ever came to a roadblock life would just halt… there would be no option to tread a different path. It still scares me that we only have one life. There’s too much to do, too many things to see, and too many types of people to be and meet. It’s always been frightening to me to just “pick one” of anything, maybe that’s why I am so utterly eclectic…. I’ve been so many different things (job-wise) , lived so many different places, and had so many different influences in this little life of mine. Now I’m looking for jobs in my area of study and it seems so …

A Rant About Time

It would be an understatement if I said I haven’t been in a slump for, well, months actually. Sometimes I think I try to do too much all at once. I like to think that I can somehow manage to have three jobs and still be mentally “ok”, but let’s face it, running on auto-pilot simply isn’t living and I’m not sure how much longer I can survive if I keep this speed. The kicker is, I always feel guilty if I’m not doing two things at once, if my teeny apartment isn’t immaculate (and it hasn’t been for a while now), or if I take too much “me” time. Time is the thing I covet most in my life right now. Time to read. Time to write. Time to think, and digest, and develop as a person. The scary thing is, I don’t really see myself having “time” at all in the next few months. I’ve been dedicated to starting a business and finishing school, and on top of my regular job that doesn’t …

Daily Business of Living

 “The life of a poet oscillates between ecstasy and agony, and what mitigates those extremes is the necessary daily business of living.” Louise Glück, from “Internal Taperstries,” by William Giraldi, Poets and Writers (vol. 42, no. 5, September/October 2014)   This is always how it goes,  I write: “I haven’t had time to write.” But there is something I never really realized…. inspiration takes time. It takes hours, days, maybe weeks of meditation to quiet the mind, to actually think thoughts that don’t involve task-oriented motions. Time is something I haven’t had a lot of lately, I feel like a top spinning straight into the ground…. By week, I am in an archaeology intern out in west Texas working on a rather amazing project, and by the weekend, I gather my things (dirt still on my face) and drive back to Austin to make and sell WR & my handmade Pierogi (Polish style dumplings) at the farmers markets here. It’s been quite hectic, but manageable and now I have a week back in Austin. I’ve …

A Walk Towards the Light

Oh, I have so many things to tell you… Dreams are slowly coming into realization this 2016.   I had become so encumbered by negativity, it was hard to keep my head up or my eyes dry. I’ve been dealing with some “personal issues” since about 2009, and, unfortunately, there does not look to be much light at the end of that tunnel. I won’t talk much about this because there has been so much light elsewhere. 2016 has already given me so much opportunity and has opened her arms to me in kindred creativity. I have been working at a tea place here in Austin, with an absolutely amazing crew of co-workers (a rarity for the restaurant industry…at least from my experience) but yesterday was my last day. Now I am  making way for more exciting endeavors this spring. First off, I will be back out in  the Lower Pecos Canyon Lands later this month working as an archaeology intern and I just can’t wait to get back out there. I will also be taking …