Dirty

The girls, one blue-eyed, one green-eyed raced through the corn fields.  Stalks towering above them, creating a maze.  Both running, racing to find the quickest way.  Tripping over mounds of dirt and crashing into a cacophony of corn cutting arms and hurting worse than paper cuts.  The girls raced.  Overhead, blue skies shown, giving no aid on which way was the right direction.  Footsteps pounding as the girls ran on, stopping only to catch a breath and brush off crawling insects and trickles of corn cuts. Not troubled by shadows or noises, concentrating only on the destination. The corn thinned out and both girls ran to the edge of the woods.  Laughing, exhausted, streaked in dirt, they collapsed on the ground.  Staring up at the blue skies, finding caretakers of wonder all around, and picking fresh strawberries until the sun began to set.  Wearing sweat and dirt like badges, the two girls counted down and began their race home.

Maroon

maroon skies, fading in the distance.  Reminding me that times were simpler.  Like when I had to worry about how to tie my shoes or how to find my way home after dark.  The maroon summer skies fading into black, lit only by fireflies.  My sun-kissed face gazing upwards afraid I will take these moments for granted.  Eying the beams of light in the distance trying to find me while I try to find the clearest route to escape.  Streets full of children imitating rock biters and keeping water balloons in boxes like me holding on to the memories beneath maroon skies. 

One Word

I still haven't found myself writing like I used to.  Putting my thoughts to words, placing the on paper or on the screen used to be so cathartic.  Now, it's difficult to remember where to start.  I stumbled upon this website called oneword.  They give you one word and you have sixty seconds to write about it.  It made me feel inspired.  I am going to try and pick a word from the dictionary (this could prove to be interesting) and write a little, as often as I can.  My writing is out of practice, but it's exciting to challenge myself.  Here's my entry from one word today.
Cast
They sat in anticipation in the back of the theatre.  Bodies hidden in shadows, only hands showing, white knuckles gripping velvet chairs.  Watching, waiting.  Looking for movement from the director, a nod, a twitch...anything to relay a clue as to what he saw, how he saw...her.  Murmurs rolled through the shadows as the director cocked his head to the right.  The woman on stage squinted through the blinding spotlight with hope sparkling in her eyes. Then, she began. 

30 Things to Do Before I'm 30...the first 10

I'm almost 30.  It's ok, really.  I'm actually very excited about this.  Perhaps, for one of the first times in my life, I like getting older.  I look in the mirror and see the lines around my eyes I normally see in sailors who have been in the sun for too long, and I smiled.  Maybe because in my heart of hearts, I believe I'm a sailor even though I have not been out on the water since I was a child and I think I would probably get sea sick.  Still...it makes me smile.  Knowing that my 30th is only a few months away, I realized I should set some goals for myself.  So here it is.  I will add more to it (mainly because I do not know if I can come up with 30 things).  Suggestions are welcome!
1.  I will go on a road trip
2.  I will start to learn Spanish
3.  I will hand sew a stuffed animal that does not look like a zombie
 
4.  I will write poetry again (it's been a few years)
5.  I will see Lisa and Lily
6.  I will be able to walk on my hands for at least 5 seconds


7. I will do at least one cartwheel
8. I will be able to play at least one song on the guitar

9. Climb 2 14ers

10. Make a new lino print
Next 10 to come soon!