Dear God,

Wisdom teeth were not some of your better ideas.
Nitrous Oxide, however, was.

Love,
Andrew.

unfulfilled and unpossessed: A Poetry Moment

If love should count you worthy, and should deign

One day to seek your door and be your guest,

Pause! ere you draw the bolt and bid him rest,

If in your old content you would remain.

For not alone he enters: in his train

Are angels of the mists, the lonely quest,

Dreams of the unfulfilled and unpossessed.

And sorrow, and life's immemorial pain.

He wakes desires you never may forget,

He shows you stars you never saw before,

He makes you share with him for evermore,

The burden of the world's divine regret

How wise were you to open not!--and yet,

How poor if you should turn him from the door.

-- Sidney Royse Lysaght

Autumn in Florida

This is Howard. Howard lived in my neighborhood in Florida. This is how Howard would rid his yard of fallen evergreen needles.

How to Walk on Water

In the world of magnetology (yes, there’s such a thing), opposite poles attract. It’s what makes a compass point North, keeps your computer buzzing, your electricity flowing and your telephone ringing. But the principle of opposites attracting doesn’t seem to carry over to the world of emotions and energy.

If someone is very angry, for example, they’ll probably encounter a lot of anger in the world. It’s simple: If you engage people with a negative energy, then that same energy is often mirrored back in like form. Call it karma. Call it logic. Call it duh.

But wise and precious are the few that mirror love even when hate or shame or anger is spewed their way. These are the saints living among us – the people that won’t participate in road rage, won’t seek revenge and refuse to create enemies. These are the people that turn the other cheek and give me hope that we’ll be able to overcome our world’s insanity of violence, abuse, cruelty and indifference.

Hold love in your heart and hey, you’ll be walking on water before lunch and turning water into wine in no time.

Hold On to Something.

I’m tired. I’m 28 years old, and I am tired. I have a feeling that things should not be so…bland. Okay okay….I have felt like this for a while now. And while I have taken steps to un-bland my life, those steps are steep and are still a few landings away. But fear not, blog buddies, I’m not done yet.

In fact, I just signed up to do something that is extremely out of character for me. So out of character that I will not share it with you….yet. I’m so excited that I am terrified beyond belief. In fifty-some days I’ll fill you in on all the details. Promise.

Have you ever felt like you are destined for something greater? Something....beyond the ordinary? I do.

Poverty tells many stories

I came across this today and had to share it with you.

Wordless Wednesday: Ah.....Autumn :)