Archive for Month: October, 2009
Swimming in the Sea of Darkness and Light
The sand kicks up as I run down the beach; my toes dig in with each swift forward movement. My head is up and I see the approaching water. Without thought I abandon everything that I know and splash into lake. My breath is taken away as my body is swallowed, whole, by the piercing water. With a mild struggle I begin to shed the layers of clothing that I have amassed. I am naked.
My eyes like saucers are wide and unforgiving. My lips are pursed tightly as to not allow precious breath to escape. My body is limp while my hair performs an ethereal dance. My soul is seemingly as heavy as my leaden body, falling into the abyss. I am completely submerged. Yet I am free.
I observe as bubbles rise to the surface. A new feeling comes over me as I allow the darkness to take over. I close my eyes. I open my mouth as if to speak. I fall into a state of unconsciousness. It is then that I dream.
I see myself in a flowing gown, with hair that cascades down my back, flawless skin, and a body so entirely perfect. My thoughts are pure as I twirl; I am whole, with my head tilted back, and then I feel you take my hand. You pull me to you and your lips graze my cheek. Your words are whispers in my ear. I listen with intent. Together we are swept away into a euphoric state of being.
My desire to completely submerge myself is of no accident. Disrobing and completely giving myself to the depths was my own all-knowing choice. I did it so that I could feel. Something. Anything. For when we remain stagnant we cannot grow. The pain associated is inevitable and if welcomed it is completely manageable. If welcomed the pain will force you to grow.
With you I feel stronger. With you to take my hand I feel that even from the depths of the darkest, most unimaginable sea I can come back to the surface. With your whispers–or even with your shouts–I confidently open my eyes. With you I can breathe. So I breathe.
Letters That Will Never Be Sent
Dear Grocery Store Clerk,
Don’t you know that there’s this scary flu thing going around? I don’t care if your cough is a smoker’s cough. Or allergies. I. Just. Don’t. Care. What I do care about is you coughing without covering your damn mouth. I mean, come on? You are touching the food that I will take home to MY kids. So, if you do have the swine flu and are contagious you are putting us and countless others in danger.
As a matter of fact. I think I’m going to sign off this letter and call your manager.
Sincerely,
Paranoia in Dawsonville
P.S. If I get sick I’m gonna come and kick you in the neck.
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Dear [You],
We had developed such a good, solid friendship. I’d told you things that I’d never even told anyone else. I thought you were my person. I thought you’d be there for me, forever. And when that ended, you didn’t even say goodbye. I said goodbye the best way I knew how, but you still haunt me. You were my person, or so I thought?
Recently we crossed paths. That initial wave got me; it hit me hard. My heart was torn out and it bled all over the parking lot. Did you notice? All I wanted to do was run up to you, wrap my arms around you, and tell you everything that’s happened since we last spoke, but the only thing I could muster up was a simple wave and a nod. After all, my heart was on the ground between us.
I’ll never forget you. Your friendship is something that I would love to see return. I’ll remember those late night heart-to-hearts, I’ll remember our little inside jokes, I’ll remember everything, and I’ll try to my hardest to forget the days that have gone by without [you] in them.
Love,
[Me]
Weekly Winners {Birmingham Edition}
I was invited to be a panelist at the “Marketing to the Modern Mom” day seminar in Birmingham, Alabama (or Aladama, as Davey says.) The panel consisted of Anissa, Lotus, and myself. We talked about why we blog, how we like to form relationships with companies, the things that we think that companies/marketers can do to reach us better, and the ways we could all benefit. It was very informative, a great discussion, and an awesome mini-conference. Kudos to David Griner and his team at Luckie for doing such an awesome job!
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Anissa and I drove up on Wednesday. I rode MARTA for the first time and she picked me up from the Atlanta airport. That, in-and-of-itself, was a fun experience. Michael’s had his fair share of train treks, so it was oddly interesting to be the one dropped off at the Kiss-Ride.
When we got to our hotel we were quite impressed. We stayed at an aloft Hotel and it was so cool. It was hip and contemporary, and we squealed like schoolgirls when we got into our room.
Once we got our bags in our room, we headed out for lunch. We asked the gal at the front desk and she highly recommended Jackson’s. Glad she did, too; it was awesome.
After that we did some window shopping. We stopped at a very cool shop called Soiree. The style in there was simply breath-taking. I almost bought a scarf. Now that I’m home, I wish I did.
We then went back to the room because we wanted to watch Nie Nie on Oprah. We thought we’d missed it, but forgot to take into account that Birmingham was on CST. We checked email, twitter, napped, watched Oprah, and then we got ready to meet David in the lobby for dinner and drinks.
Then coffee from Oh Henry’s:
Soon thereafter a text came from Lotus that she, John, and Braden were there. David took them to get dinner and we accompanied them. It was so nice to finally meet John and to see Braden again.
The night ended with more mojitos, great conversation, sexual positions (you should check my twitpic stream for that), and then Loter and I took a stroll around SoHo.
The next day was our panel. Luckily Anissa did not require any bailing out of jail and we were on time.
We were treated to a tour of the famous Vulcan and the McWane Science Center. It was an awesome-awesome time!
I wish I could show you every picture individually, but I can’t. So, if you want to see more visit my Flickr!
Thanks again to Luckie for having us out. I thoroughly enjoyed Birmingham and your hospitality is greatly appreciated. Expect a call when I bring my family to town!
Glee
What’s been your favorite from the show so far? They all make me tingle.
Oh, and if you don’t watch Glee…YOU SHOULD!
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