My light is leaking out...
It has been 35 weeks since my last entry.
Myspace is not working so I am resorting back to ole livejournal.
It is almost one AM. I am an old woman now, so this seems really late on a school night.
I am not really an old woman, but I will be 26 in Jan and I teach, while working a night/weekend job
as well, so it seems worse than it is.
I love things that make you think.
I couldn't put down Paper Towns tonight. I love books that won't let you put them down.
My body could really use the sleep, but everytime I close my eyes all I see are abstract images that portray universal theories, concepts, and truths.
Strangely enough, a reoccuring vision of spongy bone (from our marrow) surrounding a green phallus (like a cucumber).
There is nothing else in the world like a good book. An amazing read that gets the gears turning. Unfortunately for me it is both a blessing and a curse. I wish I could just stop time right this moment, run on limitless energy so that I can use this ridiculous inspiration to create and do so many things that I am mentally motivated to do and make. Life is silly like that for someone like me. I have eight and half million ideas and not nearly enough hours in the day to get even nine percent of them done.
If any of you have seen my doodles, compact full of shapes, lines, spirals and whatnot. That is what is going on in my mind all the time. A million ideas jumbled together with several senses attached to each other.
Everyone should have an experience and feeling like I do after reading. I think it would be healthy. It might not manifest in reading, perhaps in a good run or studying a blade of grass, but as long as the outcome is euphoric and inspiring then I believe that is when you really feel alive and an active part of your own life.
In both An Abundance of Katherines and Paper Towns, John Green's narrators (both teenage boys coming to life realizations) make reference to feeling infinite.
I hope at some point, if not many points, in your lives, you have an opportunity to feel infinite.
One of my favorite parts of Paper Towns is this paragraph:
"Maybe it's more like you said before, all of us being cracked open. Like each of us starts out as a watertight vessel. And these things happen-these people leave us, or don't love us, or don't get us, or we don't get them, and we lose and fail and hurt one another. And the vessel starts to crack open in places. And I mean, yeah, once the vessel cracks open, the end becomes inevitable. Once it starts to rain inside the Osprey, it will never be remodeled. But there is all this time between when the cracks start to open up and when we finally fall apart. And it's only in that time that we can see one another, because we see out of ourselves through our cracks and into others through theirs. When did we see each other face to face? Not until you saw into my cracks and I saw into yours. Before that, we were just looking at ideas of each other, like looking at your window shade but never seeing inside. But once the vessel cracks, the light can get in. The light can get out." (p.102)
How cracked is your vessel? Do your cracks make it easier for you to really see into someone else's? Can you see the light peering out through mine?
You know I think empathy, in part, is recognizing the light through the cracks of others and understanding it because of the experiences that gave you the cracks in your vessel.
A lot of my cracks are from people who don't understand me.
It is those rare few who do that I keep so dear to my heart.
(Kim I hope you read this post because its totally on our page, I love you more than anything right now in this moment)
Right now in the night sky, Jupiter and Venus are creating a triangle with our crescent moon. This only happens once every 50 years.
I have seen so very much in this lifetime and I am thankful for every moment of it.
Thank you each for being a part of it.
Go out and look at the night sky as soon as possible.
Go read a book, if you are into that kind of thing. I can let you borrow one or two of mine if need be.
Myspace is not working so I am resorting back to ole livejournal.
It is almost one AM. I am an old woman now, so this seems really late on a school night.
I am not really an old woman, but I will be 26 in Jan and I teach, while working a night/weekend job
as well, so it seems worse than it is.
I love things that make you think.
I couldn't put down Paper Towns tonight. I love books that won't let you put them down.
My body could really use the sleep, but everytime I close my eyes all I see are abstract images that portray universal theories, concepts, and truths.
Strangely enough, a reoccuring vision of spongy bone (from our marrow) surrounding a green phallus (like a cucumber).
There is nothing else in the world like a good book. An amazing read that gets the gears turning. Unfortunately for me it is both a blessing and a curse. I wish I could just stop time right this moment, run on limitless energy so that I can use this ridiculous inspiration to create and do so many things that I am mentally motivated to do and make. Life is silly like that for someone like me. I have eight and half million ideas and not nearly enough hours in the day to get even nine percent of them done.
If any of you have seen my doodles, compact full of shapes, lines, spirals and whatnot. That is what is going on in my mind all the time. A million ideas jumbled together with several senses attached to each other.
Everyone should have an experience and feeling like I do after reading. I think it would be healthy. It might not manifest in reading, perhaps in a good run or studying a blade of grass, but as long as the outcome is euphoric and inspiring then I believe that is when you really feel alive and an active part of your own life.
In both An Abundance of Katherines and Paper Towns, John Green's narrators (both teenage boys coming to life realizations) make reference to feeling infinite.
I hope at some point, if not many points, in your lives, you have an opportunity to feel infinite.
One of my favorite parts of Paper Towns is this paragraph:
"Maybe it's more like you said before, all of us being cracked open. Like each of us starts out as a watertight vessel. And these things happen-these people leave us, or don't love us, or don't get us, or we don't get them, and we lose and fail and hurt one another. And the vessel starts to crack open in places. And I mean, yeah, once the vessel cracks open, the end becomes inevitable. Once it starts to rain inside the Osprey, it will never be remodeled. But there is all this time between when the cracks start to open up and when we finally fall apart. And it's only in that time that we can see one another, because we see out of ourselves through our cracks and into others through theirs. When did we see each other face to face? Not until you saw into my cracks and I saw into yours. Before that, we were just looking at ideas of each other, like looking at your window shade but never seeing inside. But once the vessel cracks, the light can get in. The light can get out." (p.102)
How cracked is your vessel? Do your cracks make it easier for you to really see into someone else's? Can you see the light peering out through mine?
You know I think empathy, in part, is recognizing the light through the cracks of others and understanding it because of the experiences that gave you the cracks in your vessel.
A lot of my cracks are from people who don't understand me.
It is those rare few who do that I keep so dear to my heart.
(Kim I hope you read this post because its totally on our page, I love you more than anything right now in this moment)
Right now in the night sky, Jupiter and Venus are creating a triangle with our crescent moon. This only happens once every 50 years.
I have seen so very much in this lifetime and I am thankful for every moment of it.
Thank you each for being a part of it.
Go out and look at the night sky as soon as possible.
Go read a book, if you are into that kind of thing. I can let you borrow one or two of mine if need be.