Tuesday, June 30, 2009
New Blog
Friday, June 12, 2009
Who Is A Friend?
A friend is someone who holds conversation with me on something we disagree on, but after awhile is alright with giving up. A friend is someone who offers a smirk or a light-hearted chuckle at the frustrating (yet beautiful) idea that we are all different, and it would be boring if we all thought the same.
A friend is someone who is active in my life through some kind of presence: sometimes physical, sometimes solely emotional or spiritual. It is someone who takes activity in my life whatever the circumstances may be. If the phone call is all that is doable, then the phone call is made. If it is everyday showing up at my house for a walk, then it is the walk. A friend works with whatever is given, and is not idle, passive nor lazy.
A friend is someone who loves without conditions. It is not the love that only occurs "if" or "when" this or that at happens, rather it is always available, always free to be given and even more freely taken. A friend is someone who never records the wrong doings but thinks on the good doings. A friend is someone who says that they will love and care without restraint, without expectations or conditons, but yet fully knows that if the other person feels the same, we will meet at a place of common satisfaction.
A friend is someone who recognizes that friendship is the unexplainable bond between two people or a group of people. A friend is someone that recognizes that friendship may morph into actions, but it is birthed in the soul. A friend is someone who knows that friendship cannot be dissected, understood, or analyzed. It can only be lived. A friend is someone who is willing to live that journey with me-whether for just a time, or a life time.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Friends Getting Married
In the thirteen months since graduation I have attended college full time, picked up three different majors, met some new people, committed to many different activities and certainly changed a lot of my perspectives. This would seem like the normal, healthy and average place that a 19/20 year old out of high school should be in. However, while I was busy studying for Psychology exams or writing 2am essays, my friends were off finding people to marry. I collected 10 pounds (which nestled nicely on my hips) and my friends found diamond rings, mortgages and bridal gowns. In just a one years time, I got left behind with life's changing tides.
I shouldn't let it bother me. Even when I was little my "To Do" list began with traveling the world or writing a book, but never with those two diamond glistening words: Get married. I never dressed up as a bride, and even today the white flowing gown wouldn't be my first choice. However, I begin to question what I always thought would bring happiness when I see others so safely and confidently say what happiness is. My friends are content, joyfully radiant in what they call "true love." If it works for them, why wouldn't it work for me? Why don't I join the bandwagon?
After a few of these self defeating questions I have to remember that even though I grew up with these friends, they are not the measuring stick for what I should do with the rest of my life. What works for one person may not work for one another. One person's dreams is not another person's dreams.
I may get married someday. I would be happy with finding somewhat special whom I can call my own. I can envision sitting on porch swings, singing love songs and having someone to talk to every morning. What I can also envision is buying a house, and enjoying the single life of doing things when and how I please. I can imagine raising adoptive children, and being perfectly content enjoying my job, my children, family and social life. Whether I walk down the aisle or not, I will be fine. Either possibility. Fine.
Simply, my fear is not that I won't get married. My fear is that if I don't, I will always live in my friends' shadows, achieving some things but never reaching happiness' full potential. My fear is not that I will be looked down upon. My fear is that I will pitied. Hypothetically, I do wonder. If I never say "I Do", will my friends be just as happy for me when I get my doctorate? Or adopt my child? Or get writing published? Or buy a house? Will these things be the applaud-deserving achievements they are, or will they always be in held in the light of what is missing? (in this case being, a husband.)
My only request is that if I can attend wedding after wedding, put on a smile and shriek at the ring, that they can support me in my future successes and joys. You ask if I have hope that my friends will be this supportive, progressive and open-minded? With a tad bit of doubt, this independent woman says, “I do.” (No punt intended.)
Friday, May 22, 2009
Chiming Thoughts
Monday, May 18, 2009
Alana & Malachi
Saturday, May 16, 2009
You Hold My Hand
In the very darkest lows,
Where no one dares to tread or go,
Immersed in depression and laden with grief,
Through every tear that found no relief-
You hold my hand.
Full of joy and light with glee,
A heart that’s open, a spirit that’s free.
Life lived with a purest smile,
Through the times that make it all worthwhile-
You hold my hand.
Friends that left, family that passed,
Goodbyes said, cars speeding away fast.
In every change that brought remorse
Through life’s sad changing course-
You hold my hand.
Many have faulted, many have let down,
Many have left me dismayed with frowns.
In every rejection and every lie,
Through every hope of love that died-
You hold my hand.
Where may one find acceptance so pure?
Where may one find a shelter so secure?
I search and I ponder,
And through realizing there is a love no fonder-
You hold my hand.
Through time, through all mankind,
The mother’s love never tires or declines.
I know very little but this much is true,
That no matter where I wander or what I do-
You hold my hand.