Things I require to be happy

(in no particular order)

Sunshine

Dogs/Cats/animals

Flowers

Family

Friends

Hugs

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It's beginning to look a lot like fall (again)!

Today, really for the first time this year, I looked out my window and was like 'Oh. Yup, it's fall.' Not Autumn, which to me is when all the leaves change color and you have beautiful crisp blue-sky days and being outside really is just pure delight (especially when there are leaf-piles and friends involved). Fall is that point when most of the leaves have fallen, and the sky is slate gray. It's like practice winter.

This is my third Summer-(Autumn)Fall-Winter transition in a row, and while I find that I don't mind it as much as I thought I would (in New Zealand the change made me miserable, but that could have been because they didn't really have an Autumn, and Winter just involved a lot of rain and cold wind where I was), I don't really like it. Truly, I prefer Autumn. Color everywhere, blue skies, chilly enough for hot mulled apple cider to be appropriate, but not so cold that you don't want to go out.

Anyway, this is a practice post, in a way. I want to get back into blogging! Looking back at previous posts, I had a lot of fun with it. We'll see how it goes!

And now, time for class.

Resolutions

1. Do things that make me happy with people who make me happy

2. Try new things, even if they're a little scary

3. Say what's on my mind to make sure that people know how I feel when it's important that they know

4. Be more active - spend fewer whole days inside, even if the weather is terrible

5. Be more forgiving (of myself)

6. Talk to my whole family more (extended included)

7. Listen to more music, of different varieties

I had such good intentions

I know it's be a while, but here I am again! Sleepless. I really meant to go to sleep so long ago; I'm not sure what happened. Now is not really the time for a catch-up on my semester, so I won't try. I do, however, have another poem for you - I don't think it's quite done yet, but one of my new years resolutions was to put my poetry someplace that I couldn't lose it, and so here we are.

Me, myself

one skin, brown. seamless.

look closer: blue veins, white scars, pink palms, wrinkles, calluses, marks, stories.

beneath: bones.

hard, strong, straight. Mine. Wrapped in muscle, fed with blood -ironwateroxygen- that is pumped by a muscle that names two parts of me,

one tangible,

one not.

A never-ceasing force of life [ideas] that feed my brain [knowledge] and my feet [passion], from my heart.

a streaming dancing twirl of blue and red defying gravity.

a swirling dance of light and joy and life,

Mine.

Me.

I liked the other one about bones better - I was actually going for a more personally descriptive piece here, and I guess I got around to it a bit, but I got excited about thinking about what's beneath my skin and how cool it is that I can move myself because of all of these different parts. I mean, maybe I'm just overly tired, but isn't it so incredible that we have bones and muscles and blood underneath our skins that are actually part of who we are? Isn't it weird to think about the fact that rather than live in the ocean, we carry the ocean inside of us?

Anyway, just some thoughts I've been having. Maybe I'll try to go to sleep again.

-Oh! I'm going to New Zealand in a few weeks, and I'll be keeping a blog while I'm there - but I think I'll make a new one in a new place, and keep this one somewhat personal.

That's all for now, happy new year!

Also, I really can't figure out why there is so much extra on the bottom. Weird.