Debussy

Today for the first time, my fingers paused in Valse and I had that incredible feeling - that incredible thought - I'm getting this!!!

let us go Singing

Let us go singing as far as we go - the road will be less tedious. Virgil

the green room

In the upstairs of my grandmother's big house in Ankeny there was a room I loved. The Green Room, as everyone called it, because that's exactly what it was - everything in the little white room was that Colour - blankets, lamp, curtains, carpet, paintings, plants - some the deep shade like forests, some brighter, some softer; Jade and kelly, forest and beryl - all verdant... there was an alive feeling there and although I was little I would sometimes retreat; drawn to the shaded calm of a vital escape.

The W's Collective Combat

Once I photocopied a bunch of K's writing sheets, to keep or look at or write on sometime on my own. They each have a different subject on the top, a writing prompt. Today I found the one "Things I Like to Think About". And we all contributed to fill up this page with well, things we like to think about, and things we like to do, or things we've wished for. To battle negativity and bad stuff.

This is what we came up with, and I just love it.

baby animals
flowers
Jack Sparrow's sing-song "I gotta jar of diiirt, and guess what's inside it!!!"
oak trees & fallen logs
imagining being a great pianist (I didn't say this)
clouds and the blue between
Flower from Bambi
baseball season's Opening Day, April 1, '07
warm wind
music that inspires
A land where school is optional
the smell of rain
being a great adventurer
moonlight
the perfect horse
seeing the world from space without actually having to go to Space
cool breeze
having a great black Grand piano, a Steinway maybe, or a Baldwin
sneezing
constellations
the strikeout of Brandon Inge to end the '06 World Series
musicals
silver-white winters melting into Springs
little league baseball
Grandpa Jack
thinking of what other people might be doing at this very minute
thunderstorms
Anthony Reyes' socks
hot chili
singing in the rain
cozy fires
hot cocoa
picnics
visits to Holly's house
red sweaters
insects
soul & motown
birds, especially red ones
tea
peanut butter with Oreos

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Perhaps to be continued.

M, O, C, S, W, R, the other C, and K

Bitterly beautiful

Too many cars wrecked and ruined to pass on the roads coming Home
and now they say 55 dead in 9 states
and hundreds of thousands without power.

so why is it so pretty when the sun shines?

Well and Ta

Grandpa Jack stays out west with his sister and daughter for a good part of the winter that make him sad. Going with my Mum to stay with her mom for a few days... ready to take a tackle at her house nightmare, hoping to help, hoping even to see Uncle Kurt... hoping for no snow in Des Moines and no winter for Jack.

God bless baby sisters

I keep this hidden in my daunting collection of notebooks... re-hiding again after every time I read it... because I can't say the feeling it gives me to find it.

Picture a rumpled sheet of torn-out note paper, with the nicest big & squiggly 10-year-old handwriting, punctuated by scratch-outs and mess-ups and mostly love.

Christiana Alycianne's Storytelers License

I Michaelana Betheny W grant Christiana this license wich grant her the ability to stretch the truth in story and ambellish to so long as it serves the purpose of Truth and Imaginatina.

Presiom [Permission] x ____Michaela______

Person to give to x_______Christiana______

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She has one too, now, and I have one and you have one and one day we will all compose our stories, pen our adventures, and draw our dreams; may we send them to a weeping world so they may, if only once, love and laugh and dance in wonderment with us.

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Quote

Dvorak once said, "Mozart is sweet sunshine."

I always thought so too.

No, you are the beatnik and old, to boot

- A Thank You/Happy Birthday note, contained in a blog and not written in Caps, to my favorite sister/ the spelunking beatnik, Olivia. -

For being the one across the dinner table that always knows what I'm silently laughing about.

For pizza and driving that beastly huge van up the steep hill to see the river view for me... It was beautiful and can we go back in the Springtime when things are green, with a smaller vehicle if I am nice to you all winter long, please please please?

For sometimes being the only one who laughs at (or even gets) my stupid but downright hysterical jokes (You must admit, they are hysterical)

For forgiving me when I said you weren't my best friend, or rather when I didn't say you were. (I've really felt like a monster since, which is one reason I am writing this blog - to redress the grievance. And I must tell you it was only because that guy who asked was frighteningly overweight and I temporarily lost use of my faculties when he spoke to me, you must understand. You are my best friend, I do promise. For so long as you never get fat like that.)

For sometimes acting like you don't notice when I appropriate your CD's and books and stuff

For having a really funny middle name so I would always be grateful for mine being so normal by comparison

For being born first so you could be prettier and know more stuff than me... so I would always have someone to aspire to be like.

thanks.

Happy birthday, may the G-Men win, and I love you -
just thought I'd let you know.

Chistina

Not so bad

It's not so bad being sick when you can answer "I drank it all" to the question of where all the peppermint tea went and can take naps a lot while wearing your Mum's warm sweater that smells like her.

She feels your forehead and says, "I wish you felt better" and then, right then, you do.