On Thursday this week, my parents are having my tree removed.
My tree, which I pulled from the garden, planted and nurtured until it was too big to be kept in a pot and then picked the spot where I wanted to plant it.
Granted, my dad never thought it would live, it got seriously split in a storm and there are knots in the trunk where the tree shows it's scars. And yes, it is destroying my parent's driveway with it's roots, but nonetheless, this tree proves that I am capable of keeping plants alive.
It's a piece of my history, a piece of my self, in a way that probably no one will understand, but I want it recorded so that when I'm old, I can say that this magnificent tree was planted because a ten year old girl begged her daddy to keep the weed and let it grow into a 'strong young tree.'
"Trees are the earth's endless effort to speak to the listening heaven."
~Rabindranath Tagore, Fireflies, 1928
1.20.2009
feelin' groovy
It's been ages since I wrote anything here for all of you to read, friends. Exactly three months, actually, as I look at my last post.
Work has become insane, with our website project taking on a life of it's own and owning me. I don't think that I've worked this much, well, ever. Even though I probably should have. But there is a light at the end of the tunnel and I can see the glimmer of it through the wintery, sleepy haze that I drive through and work through each day.
Other than that, it's all quiet on the Eastern front. A break from school was definitely needed and I look forward to my class this next semester, the AWP conference in Chicago and many other things that are up and coming.
With this new year, I have no resolutions. My only resolution is to try and make the things that I want that perhaps I've forgotten about and needed to be reminded of (thank you Sarah), or things that I've just not had time for since before Thanksgiving, to take those things and make them a priority.
I think sometimes, we forget that things we want can potentially make us happy or sad as we forget about them and tuck them away, lock them away in our diaries (or blogs) and in boxes, compartmentalizing our lives so that work, love, friendship, school and family never should meet. It's not necessarily bad if they do. And sometimes, we need that.
The inauguration today was awe-inspiring, emotionally inspiring and just all over inspiring. Look for Elizabeth Alexander's poem in a chapbook by Graywolf Press (St. Paul) February 6. It was amazing. Not to mention listening to Itzhak Perlman, Yo Yo Ma, Gabriela Montero and Anthony McGill made me want to get out my violin again and play.
I'm exhausted, mentally, emotionally and physically tonight and need to get some sleep. Watch for more later, I need to make this more of a habit again (I call myself a writer?).
Quote o' the day:
In today's sharp sparkle, this winter air,
any thing can be made, any sentence begun.
on the brink, on the brim, on the cusp,
praise song for walking forward in that light.
-Elizabeth Alexander, Praise Song
Work has become insane, with our website project taking on a life of it's own and owning me. I don't think that I've worked this much, well, ever. Even though I probably should have. But there is a light at the end of the tunnel and I can see the glimmer of it through the wintery, sleepy haze that I drive through and work through each day.
Other than that, it's all quiet on the Eastern front. A break from school was definitely needed and I look forward to my class this next semester, the AWP conference in Chicago and many other things that are up and coming.
With this new year, I have no resolutions. My only resolution is to try and make the things that I want that perhaps I've forgotten about and needed to be reminded of (thank you Sarah), or things that I've just not had time for since before Thanksgiving, to take those things and make them a priority.
I think sometimes, we forget that things we want can potentially make us happy or sad as we forget about them and tuck them away, lock them away in our diaries (or blogs) and in boxes, compartmentalizing our lives so that work, love, friendship, school and family never should meet. It's not necessarily bad if they do. And sometimes, we need that.
The inauguration today was awe-inspiring, emotionally inspiring and just all over inspiring. Look for Elizabeth Alexander's poem in a chapbook by Graywolf Press (St. Paul) February 6. It was amazing. Not to mention listening to Itzhak Perlman, Yo Yo Ma, Gabriela Montero and Anthony McGill made me want to get out my violin again and play.
I'm exhausted, mentally, emotionally and physically tonight and need to get some sleep. Watch for more later, I need to make this more of a habit again (I call myself a writer?).
Quote o' the day:
In today's sharp sparkle, this winter air,
any thing can be made, any sentence begun.
on the brink, on the brim, on the cusp,
praise song for walking forward in that light.
-Elizabeth Alexander, Praise Song
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