once again i am brought to my knees with how fickle my heart is. it is totally unreliable when it comes to making decisions based off feelings rather than listening to god. i know he speaks through my heart often, and i am not to ignore those nudges of grace and love, but i so often do, and push ahead with my own ambitions. i am an ambitious person, i will always go after what i want. i am sure you know this. =0) but i also want to SCREAM at myself sometimes to WAIT ON THE LORD in whatever fashion that means at the moment i am tempted to give into what i think i want and deserve so badly, even if it means making a mistake. i i i i i i i...it's all about me.
so that brings me back to the realization that i know even less than i had hoped and want jesus even more than i can know for i am IN want, i want everything HE has for me. nothing less. nothing! my heart is fickle and my legs weak to run the race. but if i seek him out before i even begin, and at every water stop along the way, every moment of hesitation, he will be faithful in guiding me to just the right spot. where there are quiet streams and he has my heart in his heart and i am safe. and known. and loved. and held up above the raging storms around me. surrounded in the middle of his love.
Monday, March 3, 2008
Monday, February 4, 2008
lent
last night at mosaic they mentioned how lent is coming up on wednesday and then explained the meaning behind the tradition of giving something up for the 40 day duration before easter. typically i give up television, however i hate television. the point is to identify with jesus' suffering before his crucifixion and during, and it doesn't hurt at all to give up something you already dislike. so, i decided this year that it would pretty much punch me in the gut to give up facebook, texting and myspace. *sharp intake of breath* here i go. goodbye, vice! i may or may not return after easter. perhaps i lean on this need for people more than i lean on my need, my starvation, for god. i want to live a life of love. i want to do it without the internets and texting for 40 days. i will do it. this morning i received an e-mail from my dad, the man i love the most in the world:
Good morning Vanessa, Melissa and Allison,
Yesterday we received a gift and I want to share the occasion with you.
Friday morning we woke up to about seven inches of new snowfall on the ground, and snow was still falling. Of course, that meant I had a lot of shoveling to do so once the snow had nearly stopped I got started at about 9:30. It was quite deep at the end of the driveway. Of course the driveway at Ray & Mary's, across the street, was just like ours. I didn't want to see Ray getting stuck at the end of his driveway, so even though my back was aching, I decided to shovel out the end of their driveway. Then I thought I'd shovel a little more, then a little more, until I decided I might as well shovel the whole thing.
In the afternoon when my student (*my parents are reading tutors out of their home in mi*) Lucas Mathie arrived, his mother Cheryl commented that Lucas had said he liked how I always have the sidewalk cleaned off, right down to the cement. Your mother mentioned that I had also shoveled the driveway of the 80-some year old couple across the street. Cheryl mentioned they have a long driveway and she can never figure out how to get the snow blower running so she just hopes it will melt soon (her husband had a snowmobile accident a couple of years ago and lives with constant pain and only partial use of his left arm). I told her I had looked for a used snow blower but couldn't find one, so if she ever decided to sell it, please let me know.
Cheryl always sits in on Lucas's lesson. After about 5 minutes she excused herself and said she had to talk to Lucas and took him out of the room for a minute. He came back in and said his mom had to go out for a few minutes but she'd be back. Because she has never done that before; I thought it was a little strange. She didn't get back until about 5 minutes before we were done. After they left I filled in information in Lucas's folder regarding what we had covered and then the doorbell rang. It was Lucas and his mom. They stood there with a card and a gift - a new snow blower! It's not as big as our old John Deere; it's like the one our neighbor used to help Melissa and I cleaned Ray & Mary's driveway after Christmas, and it will save a lot of back aches. Can you believe that? She had gone to TSC and bought the snow blower and a card at Walmart. Here's what it says in the card:
In this busy world
where the hours
are so precious,
it really means a lot
when special people like you
take the time
to help others.
Thank You
So Much
Then Cheryl wrote: You are the answer to so many families prayers. Thank you for being Lucas' and so many other children's angels. Sincerely, The Mathie's
As I lay in bed thinking about it this morning, it reminded me of the many ways God met needs in our life when I was out of work or hardly making enough money to make ends meet. Do you remember those times - a huge check sent anonymously in the mail, money in an envelope taped to our front door, bags of gifts and food at the front door and on the hood of our car at EHBC, a Christmas tree at our door in New Woodstock when we returned from Michigan, the Wertheimer's letting us use their house in the Springs, the Singleton's taking us into their home when we had to leave the Wertheimer's, Dave & LuAnn McCasland renting us their home on a handshake and faith, the Paris's giving us the use of their home, the Brookins' giving us the use of their home, Aunt Tiny & Luther letting us use their home, etc. Aren't these all great examples of our Big God caring for little us?
It's good for us to remember what God has done in the past, to help us have faith that He will continue to be at work in our life as long as we put our faith and trust in Him.
Love,
Dad
the outside of the card's text made me cry. i cry about twice a year. oh lord, let me be like my fathers! i welcome this lent with an open heart.
love you all,
mj
to contact me about anything (ideas for world peace, outfit coordination, radical love, etc.,) call me or e.mail gorgeousfil@gmail.com, i'd love to talk with you.
Good morning Vanessa, Melissa and Allison,
Yesterday we received a gift and I want to share the occasion with you.
Friday morning we woke up to about seven inches of new snowfall on the ground, and snow was still falling. Of course, that meant I had a lot of shoveling to do so once the snow had nearly stopped I got started at about 9:30. It was quite deep at the end of the driveway. Of course the driveway at Ray & Mary's, across the street, was just like ours. I didn't want to see Ray getting stuck at the end of his driveway, so even though my back was aching, I decided to shovel out the end of their driveway. Then I thought I'd shovel a little more, then a little more, until I decided I might as well shovel the whole thing.
In the afternoon when my student (*my parents are reading tutors out of their home in mi*) Lucas Mathie arrived, his mother Cheryl commented that Lucas had said he liked how I always have the sidewalk cleaned off, right down to the cement. Your mother mentioned that I had also shoveled the driveway of the 80-some year old couple across the street. Cheryl mentioned they have a long driveway and she can never figure out how to get the snow blower running so she just hopes it will melt soon (her husband had a snowmobile accident a couple of years ago and lives with constant pain and only partial use of his left arm). I told her I had looked for a used snow blower but couldn't find one, so if she ever decided to sell it, please let me know.
Cheryl always sits in on Lucas's lesson. After about 5 minutes she excused herself and said she had to talk to Lucas and took him out of the room for a minute. He came back in and said his mom had to go out for a few minutes but she'd be back. Because she has never done that before; I thought it was a little strange. She didn't get back until about 5 minutes before we were done. After they left I filled in information in Lucas's folder regarding what we had covered and then the doorbell rang. It was Lucas and his mom. They stood there with a card and a gift - a new snow blower! It's not as big as our old John Deere; it's like the one our neighbor used to help Melissa and I cleaned Ray & Mary's driveway after Christmas, and it will save a lot of back aches. Can you believe that? She had gone to TSC and bought the snow blower and a card at Walmart. Here's what it says in the card:
In this busy world
where the hours
are so precious,
it really means a lot
when special people like you
take the time
to help others.
Thank You
So Much
Then Cheryl wrote: You are the answer to so many families prayers. Thank you for being Lucas' and so many other children's angels. Sincerely, The Mathie's
As I lay in bed thinking about it this morning, it reminded me of the many ways God met needs in our life when I was out of work or hardly making enough money to make ends meet. Do you remember those times - a huge check sent anonymously in the mail, money in an envelope taped to our front door, bags of gifts and food at the front door and on the hood of our car at EHBC, a Christmas tree at our door in New Woodstock when we returned from Michigan, the Wertheimer's letting us use their house in the Springs, the Singleton's taking us into their home when we had to leave the Wertheimer's, Dave & LuAnn McCasland renting us their home on a handshake and faith, the Paris's giving us the use of their home, the Brookins' giving us the use of their home, Aunt Tiny & Luther letting us use their home, etc. Aren't these all great examples of our Big God caring for little us?
It's good for us to remember what God has done in the past, to help us have faith that He will continue to be at work in our life as long as we put our faith and trust in Him.
Love,
Dad
the outside of the card's text made me cry. i cry about twice a year. oh lord, let me be like my fathers! i welcome this lent with an open heart.
love you all,
mj
to contact me about anything (ideas for world peace, outfit coordination, radical love, etc.,) call me or e.mail gorgeousfil@gmail.com, i'd love to talk with you.
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
minute men
hey. so tonight at mosaic ( www.mosaicaustin.org ) i went to watch the documentary 'minutemen: we jam econo'. minutemen were a punk band from so.cal in the early '80's and the doc struck me as really amazing, insightful, funny, sad, inspiring, mind boggling, beautiful, exciting and somewhat tragic. my feet are freezing on the tile floor in our kitchen as i type and i love it. it helps along my delusion that tx does in fact have seasons, besides hot/muggy and hot/rainy. = 0) anyway, there are three guys in minutemen: d. boon, mike watt and george hurley. d.boon was the lead guitar and singer, watt on bass and hurley drums.
some of the craziest guys were interviewed on there, a lota older whacked out musicians that had a way of describing music as if they were talking about the most life changing moments imaginable, full of force and fury, beauty and light, inventive and stirring yet provocative in the most challenging of ways. i can hardly talk about god in the terms they used to describe a 2 minute song! but i want to start. i am terrified to say now. now.
he is taller than the stars but holds my hand so tight sometimes i have to ask him to loosen up a bit. his love floods down on me with such unending grace that makes me want to kick dirt into my eyes and scream as loud as i can 'i'm not worthy of this, god! pick someone better!' . the sound of his word, his rain, wind, crinkles and crunches, silence are breathtaking. the power he has to rule the world, but instead uses to give us free will is confusing at best and crazy at least. he's the best kind of insane i've ever known. the way he pushes me in places i didn't know i had never cease to excite and terrify me.
and i will move. throw rocks over the boundary line into the men with guns like a fat man jumping on stage with his music, passion and joy at the truth and humility in the relationships between people, and between music and life. communicating your opinion and your art. because as mike watt said tonight 'you gotta find out what you're gonna do, and find out how you're gonna do it.' i am here to find it out. and just do it.
some of the craziest guys were interviewed on there, a lota older whacked out musicians that had a way of describing music as if they were talking about the most life changing moments imaginable, full of force and fury, beauty and light, inventive and stirring yet provocative in the most challenging of ways. i can hardly talk about god in the terms they used to describe a 2 minute song! but i want to start. i am terrified to say now. now.
he is taller than the stars but holds my hand so tight sometimes i have to ask him to loosen up a bit. his love floods down on me with such unending grace that makes me want to kick dirt into my eyes and scream as loud as i can 'i'm not worthy of this, god! pick someone better!' . the sound of his word, his rain, wind, crinkles and crunches, silence are breathtaking. the power he has to rule the world, but instead uses to give us free will is confusing at best and crazy at least. he's the best kind of insane i've ever known. the way he pushes me in places i didn't know i had never cease to excite and terrify me.
and i will move. throw rocks over the boundary line into the men with guns like a fat man jumping on stage with his music, passion and joy at the truth and humility in the relationships between people, and between music and life. communicating your opinion and your art. because as mike watt said tonight 'you gotta find out what you're gonna do, and find out how you're gonna do it.' i am here to find it out. and just do it.
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
the real wheel deal
for the confusion, speculation and rumors surrounding my bike i'd like to clarify what REALLY happened on September 11, 2007 in the wee hours of the morning under the carport at my house.
riding along in the rain with intent to find a better bike, a stranger pulls into our yard and drops their transportation. it is so early yet that he is glad any dogs nearby aren't paying vigilant gaurd on those who come with unscrupulous business. he swipes at the water running down his face and grins at his genius. this was a good pick, two bike to choose from. he gets the clippers out of his bag and with two clamps it is over, they are his for the taking. first the blue one, it looks about his height but is it what he wants? takes it out for a spin, but the feeling of constantly riding on a sidewalk leads him to a quick rejection. no matter, try the other one. oh yeahh, the green one fits great, comfortable, has everything he needs. ha ha, suckas... helmet, lights, basket, water bottle and holder, tires in good condish, shocks, cush.
he makes quick work of stripping the blue bike of all that might be useful, lights, even tries the seat but it's too rusted. damn '70's schwinn crap. whatever, he's gotta get going. back into the rain, but this time he feels better. i mean hey, a guy can only ride so many bikes at once right? they don't need two good bikes when i only got one crap one.
i'm shakin' the dust of that squeakyshit one off my heels, they can have it for all i care. ha ha, nice try with the locks. some people are so stupid. didn't they notice when i left the light on it a couple night last week? think that was strange? geez, this ride is pretty sweet... wonder what they'll do in the morning, maybe they won't even see it's gone for a couple days. this one is going to be a good story for a long time.
so, that's what happened. now i am holding onto the thief's bike for fingerprints (if the police will give me the time of day, i can hope!) and reporting the stolen bike w/ registration number so if a bike that hot ever makes it to a pawn shop, i'll see it again. i doubt it, but it's all i can do. oh, and if i ever see someone riding it on the street, chase them until they give it back. because damn it i worked hard for that bike! and this is the second time this has happened to me in austin. *sigh*
if you see my bike, let me know: cypress green, GIANT, hybrid, grey plastic crate on the back with a sticker (mass media creates mass deception) and lots of reflective squares (on gray helmet as well).
these are the things i don't understand:
how do you get to a point where it's justifiable to take something that is not yours? not to make a split second bad decision, but to plan it out in advance and carry it through without hesitation?
why are human beings so cruel to one another?
why do we say hurtful things and decide that we deserve so much?
how come we don't point out to eachother our pains and then fix them? or let them be, but not use them as an excuse for poor behavior?
see, i don't think that was the best my bike thief had to give, and that's what i want. i want his best effort, time, compassion, attention, truth. the best. anything less and you're just breathing. i want him to have a better life by making a better life. THAT's hard. it is frustrating and saddening to contemplate that he must have deluded himself to a point mentally where this is ok, going to make him happy and solve some problems in his life. you know what? take my bike. but it's not going to do anything for you. because someday, maybe not anytime soon, but someday, just before you fall asleep, you're going to realize that it didn't do you one damn bit of good, because it came from a bad, empty place in your heart that only wanted to satisfy yourself. and that's as far as he'll get with it. nowhere.
i still wish i had my bike back, but i don't want to loose this lesson. because i could be him any moment i choose. that's all it takes. and that's the real deal WORD.
riding along in the rain with intent to find a better bike, a stranger pulls into our yard and drops their transportation. it is so early yet that he is glad any dogs nearby aren't paying vigilant gaurd on those who come with unscrupulous business. he swipes at the water running down his face and grins at his genius. this was a good pick, two bike to choose from. he gets the clippers out of his bag and with two clamps it is over, they are his for the taking. first the blue one, it looks about his height but is it what he wants? takes it out for a spin, but the feeling of constantly riding on a sidewalk leads him to a quick rejection. no matter, try the other one. oh yeahh, the green one fits great, comfortable, has everything he needs. ha ha, suckas... helmet, lights, basket, water bottle and holder, tires in good condish, shocks, cush.
he makes quick work of stripping the blue bike of all that might be useful, lights, even tries the seat but it's too rusted. damn '70's schwinn crap. whatever, he's gotta get going. back into the rain, but this time he feels better. i mean hey, a guy can only ride so many bikes at once right? they don't need two good bikes when i only got one crap one.
i'm shakin' the dust of that squeakyshit one off my heels, they can have it for all i care. ha ha, nice try with the locks. some people are so stupid. didn't they notice when i left the light on it a couple night last week? think that was strange? geez, this ride is pretty sweet... wonder what they'll do in the morning, maybe they won't even see it's gone for a couple days. this one is going to be a good story for a long time.
so, that's what happened. now i am holding onto the thief's bike for fingerprints (if the police will give me the time of day, i can hope!) and reporting the stolen bike w/ registration number so if a bike that hot ever makes it to a pawn shop, i'll see it again. i doubt it, but it's all i can do. oh, and if i ever see someone riding it on the street, chase them until they give it back. because damn it i worked hard for that bike! and this is the second time this has happened to me in austin. *sigh*
if you see my bike, let me know: cypress green, GIANT, hybrid, grey plastic crate on the back with a sticker (mass media creates mass deception) and lots of reflective squares (on gray helmet as well).
these are the things i don't understand:
how do you get to a point where it's justifiable to take something that is not yours? not to make a split second bad decision, but to plan it out in advance and carry it through without hesitation?
why are human beings so cruel to one another?
why do we say hurtful things and decide that we deserve so much?
how come we don't point out to eachother our pains and then fix them? or let them be, but not use them as an excuse for poor behavior?
see, i don't think that was the best my bike thief had to give, and that's what i want. i want his best effort, time, compassion, attention, truth. the best. anything less and you're just breathing. i want him to have a better life by making a better life. THAT's hard. it is frustrating and saddening to contemplate that he must have deluded himself to a point mentally where this is ok, going to make him happy and solve some problems in his life. you know what? take my bike. but it's not going to do anything for you. because someday, maybe not anytime soon, but someday, just before you fall asleep, you're going to realize that it didn't do you one damn bit of good, because it came from a bad, empty place in your heart that only wanted to satisfy yourself. and that's as far as he'll get with it. nowhere.
i still wish i had my bike back, but i don't want to loose this lesson. because i could be him any moment i choose. that's all it takes. and that's the real deal WORD.
Thursday, September 6, 2007
high heels
i really like high heels. greanted they're not functional(ie. practical) for anything but fashion and showing off one's body, but they do that very nicely. =0) there are so many things in my life that i would like to say i could eliminate and be happy to be down to the bare minimum, the essentials. conflicting feelings bring me back to what dad always taught 'when you're having a tough time making a decision, make a list of pros and cons. it's always helpful to see it written out.' so:
pros:
less stuff
more time to spend on what really matters: god, love, people
focus on the things that are not about me
discover who i am with out all this...
cons:
loose an expression of who i am
uh....
well, the pros win. i do live very simply comparativly, but i think if i boil it all down to this i can figure out my standard of simplicity: live a life where my love speaks louder than anything i could say with clothing, stuff or status. live to be empty, but full to overflowing. i don't have anything to give of myself, because the created is nothing without their creator in every facet of their lives.
i am so unique and exciting, he says.
so terribly dangerous in my willingness to give everything i have for passion
the way i laugh gives him chills, he smiles.
i never knew he thought about me this way. god, why did i think you were far away? you are a part of me, but so much bigger than i can fathom. shoot, you even love the way i talk to you at stop lights.
pros:
less stuff
more time to spend on what really matters: god, love, people
focus on the things that are not about me
discover who i am with out all this...
cons:
loose an expression of who i am
uh....
well, the pros win. i do live very simply comparativly, but i think if i boil it all down to this i can figure out my standard of simplicity: live a life where my love speaks louder than anything i could say with clothing, stuff or status. live to be empty, but full to overflowing. i don't have anything to give of myself, because the created is nothing without their creator in every facet of their lives.
i am so unique and exciting, he says.
so terribly dangerous in my willingness to give everything i have for passion
the way i laugh gives him chills, he smiles.
i never knew he thought about me this way. god, why did i think you were far away? you are a part of me, but so much bigger than i can fathom. shoot, you even love the way i talk to you at stop lights.
Monday, June 18, 2007
adjustment
do you know, my left leg has been 1/2 an inch shorter than my right for the past 3 months? for serious!
i went to my new chiropractor last week and gave him the ld on my recent injuries and mentionables. on a whim, i mentioned my dream. no, i'm not talking about my dream of being in the olympics as a gymnast! *sigh* i have such a vision for my floor routine and the balance beam...WOW.
no, my dream about my left hip. in this dream, it was broken. i could feel the grinding of the broken bones, and i was trying to set it. but no matter how hard i tried, it wouldn't set. that was the dream in its entirety. really weird because it is one of about 5 dreams i actually remember. my sister sent me this link: http://www.sawlogs.net/dictionary_hello/definitions/definition.php?definition_id=60 and i couldn't believe how accurate it seemed.. since the dream, i have had problems with my left hip. can't do certain moves on the medicine ball, pain in my back as a result of over compensation from burpees (you know, the navy seals shiznit)- just a really disappointing performance from my body!
so i told all this to dr. chris, feeling something of a kinship with "those people that tell those kind of totally unrelated and dramatic details to their chiropractors", and he nodded and 'um hm'ed, like he actually believed me. he is pretty much the best dr. i have ever been to, i'll tell you that right now. and not solely because of what he did to adjust my hips or my back or even make my legs the same length again. but for the simple fact that he listened to me, took into account what affect this dream may have had on my physicality and allowed for it to be true. i don't know why that made such a huge impact on me, but i think it must be that
i don't let many people do that for me.
believe in me
get in my head
respect me not for things i do but for the person i am.
i don't let them in, because i don't want to be so honest back with them.
because i don't want to evaluate myself in my response, it's ugly.
ooooh.
the saaame old shit. GEEZ! when am i going to adjust myself so that i am NOT myself? huh, when? first a hip, then my back, continually i want my heart. to break into a million tiny pieces i can't put back together the same way again. it's not right, it's broken now. see?
this is my pattern of growth. discover the habit. break it. make a better one. and i will break as much as it takes to find a new way to live. because some things in me are OH so good! and some are not.
i will live again like never before. THIS is the
unprecedented future i long for. in this breath.
broken and planted.
i went to my new chiropractor last week and gave him the ld on my recent injuries and mentionables. on a whim, i mentioned my dream. no, i'm not talking about my dream of being in the olympics as a gymnast! *sigh* i have such a vision for my floor routine and the balance beam...WOW.
no, my dream about my left hip. in this dream, it was broken. i could feel the grinding of the broken bones, and i was trying to set it. but no matter how hard i tried, it wouldn't set. that was the dream in its entirety. really weird because it is one of about 5 dreams i actually remember. my sister sent me this link: http://www.sawlogs.net/dictionary_hello/definitions/definition.php?definition_id=60 and i couldn't believe how accurate it seemed.. since the dream, i have had problems with my left hip. can't do certain moves on the medicine ball, pain in my back as a result of over compensation from burpees (you know, the navy seals shiznit)- just a really disappointing performance from my body!
so i told all this to dr. chris, feeling something of a kinship with "those people that tell those kind of totally unrelated and dramatic details to their chiropractors", and he nodded and 'um hm'ed, like he actually believed me. he is pretty much the best dr. i have ever been to, i'll tell you that right now. and not solely because of what he did to adjust my hips or my back or even make my legs the same length again. but for the simple fact that he listened to me, took into account what affect this dream may have had on my physicality and allowed for it to be true. i don't know why that made such a huge impact on me, but i think it must be that
i don't let many people do that for me.
believe in me
get in my head
respect me not for things i do but for the person i am.
i don't let them in, because i don't want to be so honest back with them.
because i don't want to evaluate myself in my response, it's ugly.
ooooh.
the saaame old shit. GEEZ! when am i going to adjust myself so that i am NOT myself? huh, when? first a hip, then my back, continually i want my heart. to break into a million tiny pieces i can't put back together the same way again. it's not right, it's broken now. see?
this is my pattern of growth. discover the habit. break it. make a better one. and i will break as much as it takes to find a new way to live. because some things in me are OH so good! and some are not.
i will live again like never before. THIS is the
unprecedented future i long for. in this breath.
broken and planted.
Friday, June 8, 2007
green grass
...if it were any other color would it smell as amazing? =0] i l o v e grass.
the texture on my skin
the color in all shades
the smell when it is cut.
the memories it holds of my neighbors
my dad
my grandmothers push mower i used when i was little. the only mower i've ever used in fact since my dad was afraid we'd slice our toes off if he let us use the gas one. pretty much the one thing he never taught his girls to do. i used a riding mower once, that was fun because it was a really old stick shift... i digress.
this all seems to be part of the 5 senses i'm really into these days. i think they have been heightened by being aware and being in a new place, awake to things i've never thought of. ideas and experiences, what life is all about. did you know that grass tastes pretty good? i mean, if you're a cow and we eat cows and drink their milk and wear things made from their skin, so we might as well thank the grass as much as the cow. yep, a little grass with some good ole' american cheese and ketchup, YUM! =0] hahaha, i need to sleep more than 4 hours a night. word.
oh smell that grass. i would even stop my car, get out and smell fresh cut roots anytime. that is what it's about, taking your opportunities, enjoying the everyday. i like todays grass the best, i don't know if i'll get to seesmelltouchlovebreatheindelightful grass tomorrow. be here with me.
the texture on my skin
the color in all shades
the smell when it is cut.
the memories it holds of my neighbors
my dad
my grandmothers push mower i used when i was little. the only mower i've ever used in fact since my dad was afraid we'd slice our toes off if he let us use the gas one. pretty much the one thing he never taught his girls to do. i used a riding mower once, that was fun because it was a really old stick shift... i digress.
this all seems to be part of the 5 senses i'm really into these days. i think they have been heightened by being aware and being in a new place, awake to things i've never thought of. ideas and experiences, what life is all about. did you know that grass tastes pretty good? i mean, if you're a cow and we eat cows and drink their milk and wear things made from their skin, so we might as well thank the grass as much as the cow. yep, a little grass with some good ole' american cheese and ketchup, YUM! =0] hahaha, i need to sleep more than 4 hours a night. word.
oh smell that grass. i would even stop my car, get out and smell fresh cut roots anytime. that is what it's about, taking your opportunities, enjoying the everyday. i like todays grass the best, i don't know if i'll get to seesmelltouchlovebreatheindelightful grass tomorrow. be here with me.
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