There comes a time in everyones life where
it just stops.
For me, my time stopped this past weekend
I couldn't have been surrounded by more beauty
then if God himself walked in the fields next to me
The moss covered trees shined green all weekend
and welcomed me into their arms like they were calling
me to their home for dinner.
The waterfalls pounded with such brute force that
black rock walls faded into beautiful carved stone art
sharp as isicles and pretty as fresh flesh
Then you felt the mist and the rain,
of being alive and being real,
and singing till your lungs give out
and your stomach aches from that laugh
that makes your teeth shine white.
It just stops.
That was my weekend.
Sunday, April 12, 2015
A had an ex that claimed that one of the
reasons we didn't work out was that I wanted
to travel and he didn't.
This past weekend this statement pounded my chest
like I needed to be cracked in two.
Here is the story.
I stepped out my door at 6:30 AM
with a very simple idea.
To play for the day at a national park,
to visit somewhere near by
and bask in the glory that God placed on the earth.
My day did not go as planned.
After four hours of driving
I ended up at a dead end
but a wasted four hours.
I think I laughed so hard I even cried
I think I listened to so many beautiful songs
I think I cried because I could and I was alone
After finding an information center
I asked if there was anything near by
the sleepy tourist town I had wondered into.
I found the beauty that is Mono Lake.
On my way home
my mind ran rapid past cliffs
sliding in and out of turns
like socks on a wood floor.
The statement cracked me.
It's not that I wanted to travel and he didn't
It was the mere fact that I wanted more than simple.
Simple didn't cut it for me,
I wanted adventure
a partner to experience it with,
and the hope that someone would enjoy
the beauty of the earth, the great outdoors,
spending eight countless hours in a car with me
and still need more.
I need a partner with an outlook on life that
That is grateful for everyday given
and never wants to stop exploring with me
I need a partner who can spend all Saturday in the sun
get drunk with me, make mad love,
and still not get enough.
That's why we didn't work out.
Thursday, April 2, 2015
The summer I fell in love with John Mayer
was the summer my dad took my brothers and I to Europe.
CD's were still the rage and we had all brought a
select few to share.
Nate pulled out Room for Squares.
First thing, first CD in.
We listened to it all the way through.
Thus began the next two weeks
My dad lusted after City Love,
we blasted 83,
and I memorized all the words to
3X5 and My Stupid Mouth.
Room for Squares was probably the only CD
that the four of us agreed on.
My grandma sat in the front seat and
sun burned her arm from having it float
out the window,
whistling the tunes.
John memorized us into Spain,
serenaded us into Switzerland,
and carried us safely back to France.
I have forgotten the sights and smells
of the cities we visited,
but I don't think I'll ever listen to John
and not think of my first European adventure.
Until next time John.
Thanks for singing me to sleep tonight.