Wednesday, March 25, 2009
golden ray jetty
Oh I'm just waiting till the shine wears off
Beautiful isn't it? I could watch sunsets over the sea all over the world with you, whole days long. We'd talk about life and its unneccessary complications, and enjoy the ease and peace of our companionship. Here the world falls away at the edges, leaves just the two of us, hanging by our fingertips. Like before, like how it has always meant to be. I can hardly wait.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
halfway there
If I leave today
all that will be left of me
is this half-finished train of thought
a half-read book
not even dog-earred to show where I stopped
half a catholic journey
half-loved dog and humans
A halfway girl in a half-planned life
its just not the stuff legends are made of.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
you are inspiration enough
I'm starting to recognise my writing style to be very oddly british. Particularly long-winded and prone to digression. Not to mention the fact that while writing I always imagine the text that flows out of my head through my hand and into the writing medium to be narrated in full british accent. Most times its a lady;s voice. As such, I have no doubt that she is Emma Thompson. When that voice is a man's, it would probably be Douglas Adams's, although I must say I have never had the priviledge of hearing his voice. Its just, his writing style is also oddly long-winded and prone to digression (like mine), albiet retaining all of its humour and charm (maybe not so like mine).
P.S. I cannot wait to watch Disney's Earth movie! I am fundamentally a national geographic girl. Trawling the streets of Paris soaking in the romance of it all is wonderful and good (I will do that too), but! BUT. To hide among the tall grown grass and stalk the lion while it stalks its prey; to swim among the giant fishes and begnin creature of the Great Barrier Reef (I'll get over my fears); to scale nature's colossal ice-and rock sculptures. That is pure happiness. No pretense, no projected ideals, just the bare wonder of God's creations. If I never get to fufill this, at least I hope they show Earth in the Omnimax theatre here.
Friday, March 06, 2009
twilight
6.45a.m.
In the morning I watch the shadows of the night play against the first light of the dawning day, as I did years before in the evenings when I first moved into this house. The cars below are awakening, making off. Outside my window the world moves as it has always done. Finally I am about to rejoin them. Having lifted everything to my God, I now lie in an ethereal calm. Almost stoic. It is better to coast gently like a ghost above the sea of thoughts and emotions than to drown in its passionate whirlpool of endlessness. Now I am biding my time.
