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The Highway

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The roads were slick with rain and it was dark, the highway mostly empty. I was alone with my mind, which is always quite active when I am driving alone. I was listening to Lullaby, Op. 57, No. 2 by Cyril Scott through my airpods when a thought crept into my mind.

Life is a highway, and we are all on a road trip.

I mean, life is almost an endless drive right? I mean, we have those points when we are in the fast lane. Racing past the others, perhaps in our youth. Those busy and exciting times when the the music is pounding through the speakers. The carefree moments or the consistently laborious points in life when we are going so quickly, trying to be conscious not to crash. Sometimes, one can not be careful enough.

And then you have those in the middle, the track between the fast and the slowest. The ones who have to be the most careful to stay on their lane. The driver is a bit slower because they are not sure of the direction they are taking. Passing the cars in front of them to achieve their trek to their destination or to go into the slowest lane and make an exit are the options that lay before them. This is not an easy decision though, and the stress this can cause can cause one to waver a bit.

And then there is the slowest lane. You’ll find many different people in this lane. The ones who need to make a stop for a gas refill or a rest stop. There are the ones who just want to cruise without the pressures the other two lanes hold. There are the ones who’s cars broke down on the side of the road and are on the shoulder, waiting for roadside assistance to come to their aid. And then the ones who’ve had enough of all the driving and take an exit for their last time.

We are all on the long drive, front the moment our foot touch the pedal. And with this time, the best we can do is enjoy the ride the best way we can.

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An Undefinable Thing

Hazy Day Photograph by Glenn Baja

do know of this thing

that you cannot quite grasp

or describe it with a word

this thing, a sort of confusion

and a kind of resolution

I can see it everywhere

but can everyone else

is it the order or the chaos

the binding or the separation

I cannot say

only that I feel it

and I notice the haziness of it

the weight and depth

whispers through and inside me

calling me to action

sometimes I ignore it

but no one can hide from it

for it is calling and comes

for us all

4/17/2021

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Attention: A Poem

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How I see the fullness of your love

in your eyes as you drink me in

I cannot escape that irresistible gaze

that is the only one that truly sees

Oh, the way your thick brows soften

when your attention is upon me

I am a flower you handle with care

and there is depth behind each touch

Your words are a melodic prose

that calm and revive my spirit

That sweet concentration is only mine

and is my only continuous desire

Attention is a continuation of a “Obsidian Eyes: A Poem”

12/10/20

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How Do You Read?

Strange. She has all those books surrounding her yet she's on an ereader and her phone is lit up?

Reading is an intellectually active activity. Although while most are sedentary while doing so, reading allows your mind stretch and your imagination to explore new heights. What reading looks in the twenty-first century is very different than what it did hundreds of years ago when the first book was bound. Reading is almost unlimited now. You can read printed copies. They can downloaded in various digital formats. You can listen to them when you’re driving or jogging even. I have taken advantage of and enjoyed all of these different avenues. Nonetheless, a printed book will always be my favorite.

This year I made it a goal to begin to learn how to crochet, in which I have to use my hands quite a bit. So I have started listening to books on audible during the time that I crochet, which I enjoy much more than I thought I would. I have even started listening to books while driving and during breaks at work. I had a thought recently about reading habits while I was observing my family reading at home. I notice that my mother often reads with her headphones in, listening to something loud enough so that her attention can’t be caught unless she’s tapped. Today, I laughed when I saw younger cousin reading while sitting upside down in a chair. My sister usually lounges on her bed while she reads mystery novels, which are her recent obsession. I would say that my habits are a bit different, and perhaps it has to do with the way I experience stories in my imagination.

Reading novel, if it’s good enough, is like watching a movie. Depending on how the author writes the story, I can see the scenes so clearly in my mind by just reading the words from the pages, as if I am sitting in a seat in the cinema. Therefore, I treat reading similarly to watching a film. Preferably, I like to be alone while reading and undisputed. Having a light finger snacks and a nice drink around isn’t necessary, but enhances the experience. I don’t usually like bright lights to be on around me, since I find that it distracts me.

I do adapt myself when I am reading in other places. During work or another setting, I can’t necessarily control all the variables in my environment. Although, I find I am able to tune my surrounding out quite well if I want to– making reading not the best idea many times when I am on the job. I have tried reading outside as well, but I find temperatures, neighbors, insects to be a constant distraction for me. However, I am in most comfortable position when it’s raining, storming, or at least cloudy outside. The subtle sounds (or even noisiness) of rainfall and the soft natural white light relaxes me and allows me to achieve the perfect amount of concentration. If it is not raining, I can settle for some light piano or violin music. Then if I can have my feet up, snuggle up with a blanket or long cardigan, light up a fragrant candle, and have a warm cup of tea… I’m all set for the adventures the book before me has yet to set me upon!

My desire for the future, is to have a room dedicated completely to books and reading. The shelves would overflowing with cherished stories I read once before and others yet to sail upon the waves of my imagination. I can only dream of it now, and hope it becomes a reality someday as by small collection of books grows more and more.

I am curious, how do you read? What is your idea of a perfect reading nook? Let me know in the comments. I’d love to talk with you about it.

8/12/20

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Firefly: A Poem

His contemplations had become bleak
lost determination to continue to seek
any sort of gaiety that would not find him
It no longer caused him bewilderment
the world was only cruel and bent
and had nothing for him
Until a particularly cold and dark night
when he met a minute but rising light
that seemed to come from nowhere
She was small in her form only
but her glow filled him deeply
luminescence permeated his emptiness
Her sweet smile gave him hope
for her, he would now cope
and he called her firefly

7/10/20