When I'm 25

When I'm 25 or older and see a young girl in high school. Who is tired, distracted, worried and stressed. I'm going to buy her a milkshake. I nice big milkshake or tea latte. Because she will need encouragement; someone to tell her that life is always good and school stress will pass.

Studying

My days are often quite full. But taking time to sit with my sweet Sammy and study never gets old.

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Some of you may be thinking that I haven't been keeping up with my poetry sharing schedule. Wrong! I am keeping up with it, just on my other blog...by new blog solely for publishing my writing and keeping up with the poetry sharing schedule.
This new blog is:
Notability (click on Notability to go there)

Let me know what you think!

making something

    Last night it'd been a long day of classes but I still had school work to do. I continued to work on the school and realized I was just making myself miserable. So I made myself some butterscotch brownies which I was suddenly craving.
    I found the recipe, found the ingredients, mixed everything, squished it all into a pan and placed the pan of not yet perfect brownies into the oven. During the 20 minutes of baking I washed all the dishes in hot soapy water, and then placed them on the towel to dry.
    Once the brownies were golden around the edges, I didn't want them anymore. I had literally no desire to eat the brownies.
   
   it was the action. The familiar action of mixing and baking and cleaning that I needed. Something to clear my mind of the 'things to do' weight and the "looming schoolwork" as I like to call it. I'm grateful for the process of baking and the knowledge of how to bake that was given to me.  

"Enough of Science and of Art;
Close up those barren leaves;
Come forth, and bring with you a heart
That watches and receives."
- William Wordsworth 'The Tables Turned'

A beautiful stanza of poetry from the lover of nature and deep thinker, William Wordsworth.

never stop wondering - never stop wandering

you are living your story

Thursday Poem

Tonight

The fan blows
stiring up silent air,
I drift here before I dream those dreams which glow
and soon my mind will roam.

Through, over and in
the present, absent and future
I fly. Wandering, ceasellessly in
the nights lustrous, steady force.

-Written August 10th