The rules are as follows...
1. Link your tagger and list these rules on your blog.
2. Share 7 facts about yourself on your blog, some random, some weird.
3. Tag 10 people at the end of your post by leaving their names as well as links to their blogs.
4. Let them know they are tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.
Seven Random Facts about me:
1. I grew up in New England and am a DIE HARD Red Sox Fan!
2. My favorite food is good bread and a cup of tea
3. I was the valedictorian of my college class.
4. Office supplies are my secret vice ... sssh don't tell
5. I have been to Hawaii four times and love it more each time I go!
6. Clowns freak me out so Vegas was a hard experience for me :)
7. I broke my leg while bowling
1. Becci
2. Mike M.
3. Brandon
4. Allison
5. Mike B.
6. Shawn
7. John
8. Rachelle
9. Jaime
10. Amanda
Perched on the Precipice
Rain. Wind. Tremor. Fall.
I wish for impenetrable cold to freeze this brief period of pure excellence.
Can I extend your morning, drink in every dewy step and hold onto these ephemeral moments?
You are the sunrise at my midday.
You were the breeze and now you are the river; forever flowing around my mountain.
We shape each other, contour by contour, we grow together.
Your attempts at erosion only bring me further.
Though your current will carry you away; my sheltering heights will not falter.
I will always remain.
At this juncture
Steady
Always
Remain the sunrise for one more day. Let me immerse myself in your blue and be transported to heaven.
Turn away from time and understand your current beauty.
Embrace the wonder that you are in this very moment.
I will make sure your wandering waters are always navigable.
And you will never forget ...
Leaves fall in a golden rain
Walking in the decaying beauty
We hear the destructive end to summer under our feet
A flicker a flash, reminiscent of flame
Tangled miscommunication catches in the branches above our heads
Watching it fall, drifting away, away for winter
The darkest time of year
Can the flame illuminate the darkest part of life?
To be prepared, flame equals salvation, salvation from decay.
From parent to child, the thread of life
Experimenting with accidents
The crunch of footsteps explodes our solitude
Seclusion disrupted.
We run
The edge of Destruction calling us on
Falling, twisting, failing
His broken spirit catches up to us
The golden rain, the voices only he hears, echoing the call of descent
Trees tangle and enclose a once hopeful springtime
When he was successfully acting the part of a person
Isolation from the script he can no longer find
Lost in the forest with golden rain staining his spirit
The Descent continues
My work gets
Pushed aside
Cleaned up
Folded Away
My Sacrifice goes unseen
Building Up
Putting Down
Frustration Brewing
Procrastination shifts to panic when stress reaches code-red
Our lives are embedded yet my priorities change -- yours do not
Increased Tension
Pulling Apart
Trust Strained
Your withheld plaster could mend my cracking shell
HELP!
Unproductive Psychic Communication
"why won't you help me?"
Shock and Disbelief at unseen crying behind closed doors
The voice of reassurance must be spoken out loud?
Working through mended emotions and shifted priorities
Extend, group, explain, discuss
From you, Through you, Because of you
The Voice of Reassurance must be Spoken Outloud!
From me, Through you, Because of us.
But no one commented on the beauty
The last of the lingering warblers churtled in the cool air
But no one could hear it’s song
Connection and Conversation or Isolation and Seclusion?
Which has emerged with the rise of the wireless umbilical cord?
By connecting loved ones, cells phones have beheaded the affable stranger
A knowing nod, a friendly hello, a connection over random commonalities -- all extinct
Fallen in the wake of our digital loneliness
Unbathed children run home thirsty, waiting for dinner which is not yet made
Where has the rain gone?
The stench of old food lingers on dirty dishes
Have to go to the bathroom? Not now - not until 6:00 PM
The water won't be on until then
Where did the water go?
There is no more denial in Orem, TN - the town without water.
A pipe is not broken, a plumber cannot fix this problem.
Where has the rain gone? Where did the water go?
Three hours a day is all the residents of Orem have to do laundry, shower, flush...
The town without water drinks out of a truck.
Orem, TN -- a casualty of consumption.

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