Wednesday, March 11, 2015

Childhood

I had waited all day, watching the crisp fall morning drift by like the leave of a grand oak fall to the earth, slow and steady. Then came the afternoon, dragging on for what seemed like years. This time of day however lacked the peace that came with the morning, instead bringing dullness within the afternoon rain clouds. The day was filled with monotony, giving any four year old the reason to believe that it would never end.
            Finally the time came; the clock struck five and in walked my father, who had also faced a monotonous and uneventful day. All the same he had promised, for days he had promised to take me riding. Despite his utter exhaustion, he dropped his jacket on the chair in the entry, turned and fallowed me through the yard and down to the barn.
            I put forth the enthusiasm and impatience that every four year old would, standing in the opening of the barn, red boots and all. He smiled at the sight of one pant leg inside and one out side of the boots I had rapidly pulled on, before racing out the door. Pulling Acey, the 16 year old mustang, out of the small patch of green serving as a pasture, he saddled up and helped me climb onto the very front of the saddle. The other horses whinnied in protest to being left behind, we paid them no mind. My father then he proceeded to climb on behind me. What I had waited for all day was finally here; I was going riding with my favorite person.
            We headed through the gate and up the hill to the top pasture at the far corner of the property. We rode for quite a distance along the road, running parallel to the fence enclosing the field. When we had gone as far as we could we began to meander through the large patch of oak trees, intertwined with black berry briers and other vegetation.
We came upon a small a-frame building on the edge of the woods. Behind the latched door facing the road, there sat only a small wood burning stove covered in dust and a small metal stool encompassed by the decade old cobwebs. Leaning forward my father placed his had parallel to the door and knocked three times. I waited, still and quiet, for the words about to pierce the air.
“Is Goldilocks home?”
It took everything within me to keep silent. My father paused for a moment, in waiting, and then turning away, he explained that she must not be home but we would try another time. As we rode off toward the house, due to darkness closing in on the dusk, I glanced back on occasion waiting for the fictional character to appear. As if a four year old would understand the concept behind a fictional person.

I ended our ride with no need for closure, but with a faith in the trust I placed with my father, content in the fact that she did in fact live there, not knowing any different and never crushed by the discovery, later, that she wasn't real. All that mattered was the fact that he kept his promise on that cool fall day. It no longer possessed dullness, but had placed a gleaming light in the heart of a four year old.

Tuesday, December 31, 2013

Destiny

Years pass, so come the days, the minutes and the seconds. Time passes. Leaving us with a base of memories that ends up placed somewhere in the back of our mind, compartmentalized by certain events and situations, then later is the structure of what shapes our destiny. A memory can be more influential than even a spoken word. So here's to 2013 a year that, like the ones passed, will shape who I become.

Monday, September 30, 2013

Beauty

Through the darkest days come the brightest hours.
Through those hours comes the genius.
Through that genius comes the stars, the creativity, the passion, the stillness,the courage.
Through that courage comes the ability.
Through that ability comes the difference in humanity.
Through that difference comes the culture.
Through that culture comes the need.

The need to stand out.

The need to walk.
The need to talk.
The need to show.
The need to slow.
The need to pass.
The need to cross paths less traveled.
The need to find the words to show the world.

We are beautiful.

Tuesday, May 7, 2013

Stars

Finding the place in your heart that holds your true self is the toughest thing you will face. Discovering who you are and where your headed poses to be a challenge that takes courage and discipline to achieve. There are so many possibilities out there, don't be afraid to take charge and fallow your heart. Don't make the mistake of going somewhere you don't want to be. Shoot for the stars and fallow your dreams. You can fly if you try. Take your own path and don't be worried about what others think. If you don't reach for the stars you will never reach them, and you will regret it for the rest of your life. So just fly.

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Imagery

Showing your true colors is somthing that most people struggle with. Offten times all we can think about is the people around us and the image we have to maintain wether that be good or bad. We all have something that is a part of of our personality that would shock most people. Like the hyper kid having a shy side. Or the soft spoken boy in the corner revealing his true speaking abilities by giving a speech no one could top. Instead of focusing on the imagery in life why not focus on the things that would shock them. Although it takes courage the pay off is that of honesty and truth. Color is what the imagery contains, however the colors are complex and may be deceiving as they change shade and texture. I challenge you to strip it down to the bare primary colors and let your character be the one to outshine the imagery.

Friday, April 19, 2013

Listen to see

You never hear people criticize the stars, then why do some place boundaries, stereotypes, and bars on those who can shine just as bright.

You never hear people talk down to the moon, for changing shape and keeping away from high noon to give the sun a little space.

You never see someone argue with the planets about how they orbit, or the state of their atmosphere.

Then why do so many take I apron them selves to to bring down those around them? The truth of the matter is, the people being brought down are the brightest stars of all.

Thursday, April 18, 2013

Break Away

When we  look at our own life we often times only see whats in front of us. Its almost as if we have blinders on our eyes that keep us from the scenery. Think about it this way, if you were going on a long road trip and all you could see was  the road straight in front of you, then why even go. You miss out on the flowers and the terrain of the different areas. So why not break away from the general population and take off your blinders. Opening your eyes to new possibilities you would have never even considered. You will be able to say that you have tried new things. Take life for all its worth and instead of always taking the straight freeway, take the curving dirt road. Be courageous and break away.