I'll be the one free of jealousy.

My words are stuck and my camera is broken, but hey, the music's still here.

I love you, and I miss you. What else is there to say?

{Far More ~ The Honorary Title}

a letter

Someday I'll live in a house with  spiral staircase, and a fireplace in the kitchen, and a big dog underfoot. Every room will be a different color. Every room will have books.
I want to take a train to somewhere brand new, and read a new book, and stare out the window at the blurring woods. On that train, I want to sit across from someone who likes the same kind of adventures I do.
I want to watch snow fall into the sea. I want to climb to the top of a lighthouse.
I want to play upright bass in a jazz band on the corner of Main Street at Christmastime.
I want to sit in a cafe alone, and watch the jazz band across the street play their hearts out to the passing pedestrians.
I want to write a story that will make someone happy. And another that will make someone cry.
I want to write a poem that makes someone feel less alone.
I want to write a book worth reading twice.
I want to hold the hand of someone kind, with a nice smile. I want to write haiku love letters.

I'd tell you all my secrets. Really, I would. But secrets are slippery and quick, and when I try to let them go, my heart closes up before they hit the air.
Someday, I hope my honesty is quicker than my secrecy.
I want my bravery to be faster than my fear.

11.25.12

:)

six things

1. Grilled Peanut Butter and Banana Sandwiches. 
2. I turned on my car this morning to discover that one of my radio presets is playing Christmas music already. [No! Too soon!]
3. Cheap tea, copiously.
4. Unintentional honesty. Everything I write is too personal for comfort.
5. Good people saying kind things.
6. Sunday Afternoons.

There's a lot I want to say. It's just taking a while to puzzle out the right words.  

It's almost Thanksgiving. I'm glad.

poem for one of those thursdays

If ignorance is bliss, Father said,
shouldn't you be looking blissful?
You should check to see if you have
the right kind of ignorance. If you're
not getting the benefits that most people
get from acting stupid, then you should
go back to what you always were ––
being too smart for your own good.

~ The Benefits of Ignorance by Hal Sirowitz

indecorum

Tonight, in the store that smelled of citrus, I lightly touched the $10 teacups, and ruffled the $200 dresses, and then caught sight of my chipped nail polish. I paused, and curled my fingers into light fists. I was suddenly aware of my old flannel  and my scuffed converse. In that airy place of light and sparkle, I felt distinctly out of place and inelegant. I felt like something decidedly less than lovely.

{photo from Anthropologie}

A Halloween List

I'm taking my sister trick-or-treating tonight. About a week ago, she showed up at my bedroom door, and, with a very hopeful expression, asked me, "Dana, will you take me trick-or-treating on Halloween? I want to go with Gordon and Alex, or maybe Madeline and Peter, I don't know, but could you please, please come?"
Of course I said yes.

I wasn't going to wear a costume, but my best friend reminded me not to slip too early into adulthood. A trip to Walmart yesterday produced a $7.50 t-shirt and a 93¢ tube of lipstick. I'm going to be Batman.
My mum said, "....Isn't Batman...a man?" Yes. And no, I am not. But I will look just as sharp while defending Gotham City.

When I was little, my mum always used to make me sit down and eat dinner before we went out on Halloween night. It was the hardest thing, because I was never hungry, and too excited to eat even if I had been. I never much enjoyed talking to strangers, but I liked getting candy, and seeing my friends, and dressing up. I liked the post-pillage inventory, when we'd dump all the candy out on the living room floor and sort it into piles. I used to be able to make it last until Valentine's day.

This Halloween should be good. I'm in the right mood. My siblings have promised to share their candy.  We carved pumpkins last night. My costume is tops. You should come over. We can trade mini Twix and watch old Scooby-Doo episodes. Stay up late and wait for the Great Pumpkin. It will be fun.
Happy Halloween:)

{Costume inspiration}

[This is terribly written. I had a killer test today, and not enough sleep last night. But I'm sorry. Thanks for understanding:]