Tut, Tut, Looks Like Rain

Last weekend was all planned out... but then the winds of change, as they often do,... blew.

It all started Thursday.
I was..shall we say.. under the weather. I had spent up all the night before writing an essay for class, and for some reason was completely drained of my usual electricity.In short, I called in sick to work out of town, went home and slept it off.
The next day (Friday) was not as light and cheery as the day before, but by the end of it, my attitude was just as damp. Early in the day I was able to hang out with a new spark,and though the rain fell, my sun was shining. That is.. until the spark's old flame sputtered in out of the rain. My jealousy thundered a little, but I realized the silver lining in the time I'll have in later months.

Saturday saw new light as we drove out from under dark clouds toward a fun evening. Unfortunately, that bright evening was unpredictably soggy in the end.Not to say it wasn't fun. After all, the bands boomed, and the crowd was electrified, but as we evaded puddles going to my car, I was vaguely aware of some static between the two fires. The clouds grew darker as night set in and the thunder rolled on.
Sunday was just that.. SUN DAY. Not much to puddle over, except my longing to be out in the sunshine while being chained to homework.

Since then, we've discussed some details and come to the decision that the charge between them is still strong. I respectfully withdrew. Though I must say that, the eye of the storm within was beating out a calm, yet sincere message. "Not in the end." Meaning... this spark will never burn past the waterline.


It turns my mind to another storm .. one that has slowly grown quieter over time.. but never truly dissipated. A FIRE so fierce, no rain, no snow, no hurricane could quench. I can't seem to cover up the burns it left... and to those scars I bend. I dream of moon drenched nights where Orion has fought every cloud from the sky and the only wind is from our breathing in unison, as we gaze at a flawless sky. Her secretive eyes are burned in my memory, as is a whirlwind of greetings and goodbyes,but until the day I don't have to wait anymore,... I'll take the sun. I'll take the rain.



Perhaps this weekend will be one that God calms, but who am I to say. I'm just * * *

Another Day Older

Ever wonder what the worst thing about growing up was? I mean the WORST.
Having a job is tolerable and in some cases entertaining, depending on the job.
School isn't always so exhilarating, but it has it's advantages for the future.
Moving away from home isn't that bad... it's good to see new things.
Growing out of that favorite shirt may have been for the best anyway... Lord only knows what those fashion designers were thinking in the 90's.
But truly... I believe the worst thing about growing up is
not having your best friend within walking distance to give them a big hug and say,"I love you, I don't know what I would do without you, You're the best."

That's it.. that's the worst..
Having to miss your friends.

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A day in their... bare feet

I didn't sleep.
I was working on an Analysis all night, so I was already barefoot a couple hours prior to midnight, but as I packed up my TOMS and protectively carried them with me to the car, I wondered what the day would bring.
Interestingly enough, the weirdest moment I had was stepping outside my door. Normally, walking out my door shoeless means nothing to me, ask anyone. But that day, it was different. Feeling the cold cement under my toes, breathing the dew-drenched air... I felt unyielding to any discouragement that might come.
I had a speech that day. Unfortunately, because I was up all night doing my paper, I didn't have it all ironed out. Had I done my speech on my original subject, I probably could have gotten by with fudging my way through it, even though I was unprepared. But last night I purposed in my heart to change topics and do my speech over "Podoconiosis" also known as "Elephantiasis". This disease was what I was fighting against, and what better day to spread the news about it than on the day I'm fighting against it?
For those who don't know, Podoconiosis is a terrible disease that quite literally bloats your foot to such a deformity that it looks like an elephant's. It becomes hardened and the nerves die. It is prominent in many third-world countries where the residents live and farm on volcanic land. The silica particles get into the pores on their feet and stay there... eventually developing into symptoms such as itching, burning, and swelling on the sole of the foot. Over time it will move up the leg, usually no further than the knee, until the whole foot is effected. There are treatments for the problem, but the greatest solution, and easiest, is to wear shoes!!! How crazy is it that we live in the day and age where it's still too expensive and hard for someone to get something on their feet!??!!?

http://www.isradiology.org/tropical_deseases/tmcr/chapter26/clinical19.htm

Anyway, I'll get off my soapbox. ...But ya, I was able to tell my whole speech class about it, along with kids in my other classes who asked me where my shoes were. Like I said, I had taken my TOMS <3 with me in case I was ordered to "get some shoes on" (which I wasn't). I would tell them that "they're over there," pointing to the shoe box, and explain about the TOMS ONE DAY WITHOUT SHOES event. One kid thought I was just not wearing them in class.
"Man that would suck if you didn't have shoes all day, going in the parking lot, on gravel..." he said.
I just smiled at him and replied, "Ya, that's what I'm doing."
Overall, It was a successful day. I spread the news for shoes... though I still wonder,.... What did I really do? Besides telling a few college age kids (who are still more absorbed with themselves than you can shake a stick at), about something they can't even begin to understand... What did I do?
I guess all I can do is pray that it made a difference to someone. I started praying for the people over in Ethiopia and such, that God would provide a cure soon... perhaps one day I'll be able to be there and REALLY help.

Till then I'll walk with my Canvas-shod feet, one in front of the other, remembering the day I went a day without them... for the sake of someone else.

ZZZzzzzz....

Why is it that sitting down in a monotonous room for almost 9 straight hours makes me ready for bed by 10:30, but going for a run in the middle in the early morning and working out in the sun all day can make me ready to pull an movie all nighter?
Whatever the reason, I've decided that it's a little confused. Is it the sun? I can see how getting your fill of good'ole Vitamin D can be helpful to your out look to the day, ...(e.g. "brighter") but what if SunnyD is thrown into the over sized cubical?
I guess my final say on the matter is this:

WINDOWS PEOPLE!!! WINDOWS!!!! ...and it wouldn't hurt to keep the blood moving up to my brain (especially if you want me to actually remember the lectures), so throw a treadmill into the mix and you can guarantee my full attention....
..until I wipe out with a tread burn on my face for not paying attention to where my feet are. ;(

Okay I need to go to bed... (guess what I did all day)