rain dance

David and I

are rain dancing

tribal

intense summer heat

soothed with cool, solid rain

and i understand

that this

is bliss

Thoughts

I'm thinking about the way a certain headband makes me look like Cinderella

I'm thinking about college church and Andrew's message

I'm thinking about the way Jessa's laughter fills me with smiles

I'm thinking about the man I want to be married to

I'm thinking about high school

and theatre

drama

lightening bugs

I'm thinking about the way I try to avoid working out

make excuses

but once I actually do it, I like it

I'm thinking about SLU

teaching a class

being a freshman

and how it feels to be half-way done with college

what do I want to do with my life?

I'm thinking about life

and the sky

and the earth

my potted plants on the back porch, tiny toothpicks holding up the one stalk which might make it

I'm thinking about writing

my journal

the woman at CVS behind me in line

and her leopard print shirt

I'm thinking about camp, and Heather, and how much I love nature

little kids

and water

I'm thinking about Leah

summertime

the wonderful conversation with my father last night

all the poems inside me, waiting to be written

and the song I sing inside my head

Outdoors, take Three

There is nothing like playing outside on a beautiful spring day,

or climbing a mountain and gaping at the view

the sound of a brook rushing it's "good day"

a flower that's in love, in a hot affair with the beautiful clouds, or the blue of the sky

my toes wiggle in the sand, white, sugar, light

and the ocean plays with my heart, teasing me, playful.

Autumn's restless reaching twirls colors through the sky, gray,

and a crisp fall morning makes me yearn for those Appalachian mountains 

only a hop skip and jump away from home.

white water kayaking, 

horseback riding with that lover of mine, Eagle, who still thinks he is a youngster

when really, he's pushing 20 and should calm down already

my dog playing soccer and fetch

the pool, filled with my best friends shrieking, back from college,

picking up our high school friendships like nothing ever changed.

playing Ultimate with my dad's work friends, teasing them that I'm the only girl who plays,

despite the cold biting wind or unforgiving summer heat.

a warm summer night, gazing at the stars

soccer or ultimate on a soggy, drenched field

I am covered in grass and mud

Mom laments that the Georgia clay will never be removed, yet she tries to work her magic,

armed with Shout and other forms of chemical miracles

and I think about how I am an actor

always growing, learning, loving with wild abandon and the curiosity of a child

the smell after a thunderstorm

the ocean's roaring hello

the tiny bird's story

this is my world

hello, world