Summit

A

Snow

Stricken

Summit serenely

Spears the shifty stripes of

Shaken sunshine, striking the silent

Shroud of absent sound, it stands, summoning

The strongest and strangest to its stark shores.

Surely this sample of stalwart sculpture stamps a sense

                    Of synthetic security, a surreal spirit surrounding the soul with a

   Soothing stillness. Yet this sure support ceases with subsequent strides

          Skyward, suffering a stately zephyr to storm and squall, screaming and seething

      At the sinner stealing a sight of the saintly. This snow stricken summit serenely spans

    The seven seasons. Spacious and secluded, this silentious superior surrenders to Nobody.

Random Poetry

Thought I'd post this..... some impromptu poetry I wrote at Bible Study:

Homage to the Tetons

The Pine

A snap of a twig, needles break beneath

Soft carpet sewn carefully

Life’s seeds sown sparingly

Yet these short stubby pines drop veritable cornucopias

Only defrocked through spark throwing fire

And resisting corruption to form the next city of spires

The Tributary

The dribbling dripping stream bubbles and boils through broken cauldrons

Liquid snow flowing amidst the gentle newborn flowers

The mountain face melts in the way of this race

Rushing and crushing the rocks in the path

Brace yourself now, before you step in this bath

The Wind

The wind is the bard of the bare hard stone

Whipping and stripping the barren tundra’s life

It sings a solemn mass in its long-storied bones,

And moans of the past, of internal strife

Watch your hat as you go, know well that it might

Blow slow down the mount, and count well with the rest

At the crest of its power in the cold clear night

Emptiness withholding, its withering welcome blest

 

College!

Welllllllllllllllllll............

I finished "the Search."
Finally.

And I am looking forward to next fall.

It will be completely different than now.



Now, I'm homeschooled. I go to music rehearsals. Drive a lot. And some more. School is relaxed, circumstantial, almost.

Next year..... 

Dorms, regular class times, varsity sports, cafeteria food (not that bad actually).

Fun. My friends will form an integral part of my life next year. If I make new friends ;).....

The hardest part will be living a distance away from my current friends. Though many are also going away to college, my church and swim team and music groups will be back at home, along with the memories.

A couple thoughts.

Battling Basketball Brackets

Some NCAA tournament so far, huh? It's great that these smaller colleges can come in here and compete with the big boys.... BUT.... MY BRACKET..... [whimper]. I console myself with the knowledge that I am beating my dad. Not that it really matters.

I find myself amazed that we as a country are so involved in such a temporal thing. I know, I know, I know. Tradition, competition. Healthy stuff. However, why do we become so obsessed with a certain team, or with the whole event, that we drop what we are doing for a couple weeks and focus solely on a (silly) bracket? It's fun, for sure, but we must realize that it really doesn't affect the world, and us having a lucky guess doesn't help the people I drive past twice a week. Throughout the winter, they sit on the sidewalk. Abject to the cold. Helpless. When I administered water to people like this in NYC a couple summers ago, they could barely believe what we were doing. Is our society so twisted that a free bottle of water is so rare? These people aren't checking scores on their iPhones twice an hour (or more..... achem...). They are trying to live. They might as well be trapped on an iceberg, the amount of help we as individuals provide. I'm saying this because I fall in with everybody else. Thinking myself too busy, but really just too prideful. We would rather throw money at the problem than even turn our faces to it. Because we donate funds to charities, we make ourselves feel justified in our disinterestedness. We create excuses for ourselves. "They must have done something wrong," or "they brought it upon themselves." They might have. But how would you know? You haven't been there. Nor have I. But they still are.

I recently watched the Lizzie Bennet Diaries (on youtube, I highly recommend them!) at the advice of a friend. Based on "Pride and Prejudice" by Jane Austen, it showcases the attitudes held by the story's characters in video, a much more emotional media than words. (No, I'm not going to make a video). Setting aside the love story for a second, the story really hit me. It reminded me to watch how I judge others. Whether it is the bratty kids and the helpless young mother at the grocery store, or the large man with a supersize meal at a fast food restaurant, I need to beware of a judgemental mind. I'm blessed. The road might be broken (see what I did there, haha), but I'm eternally blessed. Lets pass it on.