Friday, April 16, 2010

A bit about me...

I'm quirky.
I'm sensitive.
My favorite season is Spring when it's winter, Winter when it's fall, and Fall when its summer.
I listen to music all the time.
I dance in my kitchen when I cook.
I like to cook. I could eat pasta every day. I love picnics.
I don't eat mammals or birds...anymore.
I'm learning how to garden. I want to grow veggies and pretty flowers.
I love baths...and get the water as hot as I can stand it. So hot in fact that it sometimes makes my heart beat really fast and I have to lay down after my bath until it slows down.
I love wine, or white, no matter.
My laughter is loud and perhaps obnoxious.
I hate to buy cards. I don't like reading someone else's words and trying to pass it off as my own. I'd much rather write my own card...and I often do.
I like to pack for a trip with my family, but absolutely hate to unpack.
I cry easily. Whether happy tears or sad.
I believe in a higher spirit but sometimes prefer to not really give Him/Her a name because doing so seems limiting. However, when a name is necessary, I usually say "God".
Sometimes, I obcess over cleaning and sometimes I'm perfectly content with mess.
I love to take pictures, capture moments, be present.
I'm a good friend, and I can be a best friend for the rest of my life.
I enjoy solitude, however I love having a houseful of people.
I have 3 kids and a husband...they are my life, my reason for pushing on, my light, my everything...
Call it vanity...but I really love it when my husband tells me I'm beautiful.

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

"This was a scene worth waking up for when I woke up..."~ Jack Johnson

Your voice is adrift
I can't expect it to sing to me
As if I was the only one

I'll follow you
The leaf that's following the sun
When will my weight be too much for you?
When will these ideas really be my own?
Cause this moment keeps on moving
We were never meant to hold on

This was a scene worth waking up for
When I woke up
You planted me in my own body
Don't know why
But somehow it just feels so wrong
When you're sad I will be lonely
But when you rise again I'll become the sun
I will shine down upon you
As if you were the only one

Your voice is your own, I can't protect it
You'll have to sing
A verse no one has ever known

Don't be afraid
Cause no one ever sings alone
Your way will never be too much for me
Your ideas have always been your own
And this moment keeps on moving
We were never meant to hold on....
~Jack Johnson