I am on the ground.

Today is the first day of May, and it snowed yesterday! Want to know what's up with my life? well lots of things honestly. I just moved to a new place......a much safer place. I'm pretty happy about that. Not safer for my body or well being. Safer for my soul. I am taking a glass blowing class! Sometimes I am not very productive, and I keep telling myself that that's OK. You want to hear some stories and see some pictures from my life don't you? Well today's post isn't for that-sorry. Today I want to talk about a poem. Did you know that April was national poem month? (Or something like that :) I'm not much of a writer, and don't claim to be. But I am an artist of sorts, and I believe that my art is motivated by my emotions, my love, and my heart. And do you ever wonder why you love the people that you do? Do you think that your heart could possibly even be programmed to love certain people? Like maybe the love of your life, your best friends, your children: that love was planned out for you before you even came here. And when you meet those people, you literally cannot help it. You MUST love them. It's ingrained in your soul and heart and DNA down to your fingerprints. Your heart beats for them and it feels deeper and fuller. Sometimes my heart feels just blah around people-maybe even a little numb. Then my best friends (or a special someone) comes around, and I FEEL. I feel my humanity coming back to me, and I am strangely awake in my own life. And the colors of everything seem to change from grey and offwhite to violent shades of red and orange and blue. And I want to be a better person all of a sudden, or go off and save all of Africa from world hunger or something. I would do anything for these people. Did God make me love them? Or did my heart just choose them? And the Boys I have loved-oh we won't even go there.

This poem was written by my bestie Lyndsi. She's a writer. And It makes me think about relationships/friendships and how beautiful they are because they are so personal between you and only one other person. Its like a treasure only to be understood and treasured by us two. And no one else will ever understand exactly the way that it feels, or how "we converse with what we cannot describe."

I am on the ground.

I am on the ground.

I am always wondering what I need here.

I am always feeling the crest of the wave

up on my tip toes

neck stretched out

heart comes forth

taller

taller

taller.

And then

we come down.

Teal and blue we fall.

We rumble.

We swirl and stretch horizontal.

We show the shore how much we can touch.

We stretch ourselves thin on the inland.

And then

we retract

Back to the center.

Here in the deep, we mix with what you have never seen.

We converse with what we cannot describe

In a language not collectively spoken

but felt.

It feels like this: upward.

It feels like this: around.

It feels like this: movement.

I am here on the ground.

But I am more than what you see.

In my skinny ponytail and bookbag.

I am further.

I am hoping

to be sonorous.

For now, energy, oscillating.

They say through space and time we are oscillating.