Blade of Grass

The sun hits my face; I feel alive again. There was rain and now I'm refreshed and ready. The color of clouds appears to be a pretty shade of pink and purple. The sun isn't setting but the clouds are different. Different in shape; different in color. Each is a individual. The wonder of the willow is beckoning me to chase destination--a destination I can't seem to reach. I'm stuck deep, swaying back and forth as the rain falls off my shoulders. My meaning, my purpose? I have none. I want to be more than I am and go where I should go.

Time tells me to stay right where I am but the wind pulls me still. Butterflies plea with me to go one way while the comfort of the willow begs me to stay within it's reach. Children dance and play nearby. I watch them grow and learn the harsh reality of the world--how it's not all peachy. In fact, they begin to find cherries, unripeness lacing the blueberries, and fermenting oranges, too.

Yet, the sun still peaks over the hill and into the leaves that stretch low, gently caressing my cheek. The Look. The Look I remember so well. The Look is what I never want to forget but the one I want to leave so dearly it bristles me. Look stares at me, waiting for an answer when I have none.

Yet, amidst the gravel, amidst the toil, there is one that remains: Happiness. She moves swiftly through crowds by crescent shaped lips or the sound of music. Happiness brings back peaches. Reminds me I have a purpose. The Willow wasn't a liar but a wondrous protector. The color of clouds will change. I realize only life in the present is what matters most.

But I'm merely a blade of grass.

3 Minutes

I looked down at my phone today and it decided it was time to update the information for my LG Octane. The directions said something close to the following:

Verizon Wireless Update will start in approx. 3:00 and counting. No calls will be received and none will be dialed out including 911 calls.

My response? Well this just sucks. For the next three minutes I could possibly have a heart attack, stroke, get hit by a car, get poisoned, or any other number of violent exploits. I mean, wouldn't that be awful? Or something could happen to someone else and you only have your phone with you. Haha I can only imagine how that'd play out,

*Person drops*
"Welp, sorry but you have to wait three minutes while my phone updates....hmmm is seems to be taking longer than expected."
*Person dead*
"Crap...shoulda had a smart phone."

Or you could have a socially inept situation:

"Baby, I just want you to know...I love you..........hello? You don't agree? I'm sorry I said the L-word way too soon!!!! Babe?!"

*Silence*
Hahaha oh the possibilities--so much happens in three minutes.

Mis Suenos and Becoming a Boarderline Creeper

I have had a recent vision. What is this secret obsession you ask? Well, I keep picturing myself as someone who has collections of "things." For example, I want to start a coin collection, a pebble collection, I already have a shell collection and a mug collection...I may or may not have the desire to start a gnome collection. I never thought I would venture into the world of hoarding but here I come!! When people ask me what my plans are, what my dreams are, I explain to them that the idea of becoming an old maid with a handful of pets to keep me company as well as a library card excites me more than ever. My life would merely consist of simplicity. Does that not sound inviting? However, To those of you who are taking me serious at this moment, a word of caution: I am definitely kidding...I think.

As for children, however, I am writing this blog solely for the purpose of expressing my recent excitement in Elementary Education. I had a dream a couple of nights ago that I was teaching 1st graders and boy, not to gloat (but gloaty gloat gloat) I had 'em rollin'. They fed on every word I said. I was that teacher that every child loved; the teacher that you wanted to hug after class or stay in from recess just to talk to more. I was trying to take a nap earlier today but I kept closing my eyes thinking about the possibilities! And the craziest part about the whole thing is the stereotype behind "El. Ed." Majors that I whole-heartedly believed in proclaiming to the world until about a month ago.

Summary? I want to collect things: coins, shells, pebbles, gnomes, children. :O)

Disclaimer: I don't want to collect children but freak, I just can't wait to teach them.