When She Was Bad…

Seattle in the Fall

Memory

Introduction

This is our first Mars Hill assignment, to introduce yourself using an 8 1/2 by 11 sheet of paper.  I’m usually not a huge fan of collage, because I don’t like how mine turn out.  But this one’s not bad.  🙂

Sam and Abby, Part 1

July 18th, 2009

The Girls

These are the two little girls that I have the privilege of living with.  🙂

Sun

Not the greatest picture, but it’ll have to do.  It’s been a long time since I’ve painted.  It felt good to get back to it.

$5 Sunflowers

At Pike’s Place Market (AKA the best place in the universe), you can buy bouquets of flowers for $5… and that makes me very very happy. 🙂

And the sunset this evening.  Beautiful.

No Place Like Home

I began by counting down the days,
counting down the days until
the ruins were left behind;
left behind, along with the wounds they gave–
or so I hoped.

I hoped, at the end of this yellow brick road
I would find that gift for which my soul cries.

My soul cries, not for a brain instead of straw;
not for a heart instead of a hollow tin.;
not for courage instead of fear.

My soul cries for a place to rest,
to rest and feel safe,
to feel safe and loved without condition,
a place to call home.

I’ve counted down the days,
3…2….1… and here I am,
walking the streets of the Emerald City,
hoping, still, to find what I’m looking for.

But the curtain has already been drawn,
the wizard revealed as a man alone.

And this, the place where Dorothy’s story and my own diverge:
There is no good witch to impart her wisdom,
to tell me I had the power all along.
If I click my heels together, only bruises will I gain.

There’s no place like home.

There’s no place like home.

Finally, Hope

Inspired by therapy – partly my own experience, and partly the experience of others.  Written in rhymed iambic pentameter.

Finally, Hope

I sit.  My eyes, they move around the room.

I breath, and hold my knees up to my chest.

I speak.  I try to bring you to my tomb

I hope that this will somehow give me rest.

You search, and ask me where my mind has gone.

You wait.  I look away, I know, I fear

You ask.  But if you saw what’s going on

You’d run.  Alone, you’ll leave me dying here.

It hurts.  My head, it spins, I cannot see.

It screams, I hold on tight, afraid to fall.

It taunts.  The darkness closes in on me.

It waits for me to build another wall.

I hear you ask, please take me there with you.

I breath again as light comes seeping through.