As i begin this thought, it's 2:32 am, and i can't imagine a better time to think out loud (metaphorically of course..my roommate's asleep in the bunk above me and so i can't imagine him being much in favor of me saying all this out loud to myself right now)
As i begin THIS thought, it's 2:34 am (seriously, it took me two minutes to write that?), and i know what i need to say, but i'm not sure how i'll do it
- and with that, i welcome you to the blog of an external processor.
so here's what i'm thinking about tonight and this morning:
i'm mostly sure that i don't live enough of my days starry-eyed and awe-struck at the story unfolding all around me.
i waste far too much time with my face pressed tight to newly-fogged windows which separate me from objective, rational existence [which is more like a museum exhibit than a firework show.. and watching exploding fireballs is always a thousand times more fun than looking at wax figurines of our pre-human ancestors..except for dinosaur museums, which are always awesome..but that's for another entry]
And so i spend far too few moments
with the kaleidoscopic looking glass
which paints my perception
and thankful memory
Me: Tonight was an experiment in the imaginative,
and you know what?
Me: That is precisely why i am writing these things at 2:48am (it's been 14 minutes...i'll save you the addition) and not some boring time of night like 8:31 or 10:14.
- tonight i sang songs and ate tamales and watched stars peek around clouds and praised God in silence and watched a fire burn with new friends while we made up funny roller derby athlete names (i.e. princess slaya', condoleeza slice, slamela anderson, mary tyler gore, & loco ono)
-tonight is a night worth remembering -
so here's to nights and mornings spent open and expectant.
I hope you have so, so many of them.
*[ sweet smoke art - http://helmo.fr/ongoing/smoke-/ ]