Saturday, June 20, 2009

I Think I Figured it Out

journalism is my occupation
Writing is my passion
Acting is my outlet
Music is my life force.

I'd be a musician, but I don't have the talent or discipline.
I'd be an actress, but I don't have the perserverance.
I'd be a writer, but I don't have the patience.
So...I'm going to be a journalist.
wellll...a broadcast journalist.
Love, sighs, and lists unceasing,

Sunday, June 14, 2009

Getting High

So I was walking through the forest yesterday and as I was passing a particularly lofty evergreen tree (Quite common in the "Evergreen State," dontcha know), I thought, I shall climb that tree now.

...And up I went.
The branches became a sappy, majestic ladder and I noticed my limbs were tree limbs. We entwined and folded into a wild structure of piney scent, dirty pants, and exhileration.

About 45 feet up I called my dad to,"Daddy, come look!" as I had countless times in my jungle gym days.

thanks for the photo (I'll fix my camera soon, I promise!)

I'm down now, but I keep climbing, keep aspiring, and keep looking for new breathtaking vistas. Maybe not always serene cows and lazy fields. Maybe not hazy mountain sunsets and distant thunder. But I promised myself, perched precariously up in my sister tree,
I'm going to make something of myself, by
(The monkey, not the King)
A bajillion paint thinner baths won't remove these sappy convictions.


Thursday, June 11, 2009

Sorry, Shea

I'm sure this is some sort of betray of trust/ invasion of privacy to post a personal e-mail for the all-seeing internet universe to see, but...

will you just revel in how adorable this is with me for a teensy second?
Subject: The glory of a dark and dreary rain
Shea S. Stott to me show details 5:52 PM (14 hours ago) Reply

It's raining and cold. That means I want to cuddle up to a movie with you. Miss you a whole lot right now for some reason.


Okay, I mean....seriously?
I miss my little mountain man.

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Doe, a Deer

I finally officially got a summer job and it is most likely, officially, the best one in the world.
Some would call me a nanny or some such nonsense, but
as any enlightened theatre goer knows, I am, in fact,
A Governess
I get to spend all day, every day, with two delightsome children. I get to be outside. I get to get a tan. It's not such a bad deal, really.
We spend most of our time singing, longing for our father's love, and hiding from Nazis.
Love, Hunter, and Sarah,


I want to carry you
and for you to carry me
the way voices are said to carry over water.

Just this morning on the shore,
I could hear two people talking quietly
in a rowboat on the far side of the lake.

They were talking about fishing,
then one changed the subject,
and, I swear, they began talking about you.

Billy Collins

that's all, folks


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