a divine map (rough)

Maps show so many things
Treasures and tales
Of lost golden rings.
Some maps are dirty
and yellowed with age
Some are crisp
some printed on noble page.
Some are folded
Hidden in some corner
And some are rewarded
With County Recorders

Every person draws their own map
Unknowing and alone
We are born a blank page.
A small light in the road
guides the way
To a scale bar of being
And a perspective life key.

Who else but God
could show us the way
When we have no idea where we are going
No idea what to say.
We are not born
With a draftsman's keen eye
How can we tell
The mountain from the sky
But if you look around on your map
there are a few hidden clues
To where you were born
and What you will chose.
One knows not
The roads she will take
Or the mountains she will climb
Or the fences of fate.

But of the drawing of maps
The most important is such
That the North Arrow
most importantly
always faces up.

Each moment in time
is but a little golden place
framed in your head
A concept of space.

(...rough draft. )

Bob Dylan's dream

While riding on a train goin' west
I fell asleep for to take my a rest
I dreamed a dream that made me sad
Concerning myself and the first few friends I had.

With half-damp eyes I stared to the room
Where my friends and I´d spent many an afternoon
Where we together weathered many a storm
Laughin' and singing till the early hours of the morn.

By the old wooden stove where our hats was hung
Our words was told, our songs was sung
Where we longed for nothin' and were satisfied
Singing, and talking about the world outside.

With hungry hearts through the heat and cold
We never much thought we could ever get old
We thought we could sit there forever in fun
But our chances really was a million to one.

As easy it was to tell black from white
It was all that easy to tell wrong from right
And our choices they were few and the thought never hit
That the one road we traveled would ever shatter or split.

Ah, many a year has passed and gone
Many a gamble has been lost and won
And many a road taken by many a friend
And each one I've never seen again.

I wish, I wish, I wish in vain
That we could sit simply in that room again
Ten thousand dollars at the drop of a hat
I'd give it all gladly if our lives could be like that.

No to Facebook

This is entirely more difficult than I thought. I keep trying to check my account, but then remembering...oh wait. IT SOLD ALL OF ITS SHARES. I feel like a crack head with no crack. What ever happened to writing LETTERS? jesus. I don't want to know what all of my "aquaintences" are doing, and I definitely don't want them knowing about MY life.

These are TOTAL strangers, people. It doesn't matter about privacy settings!!!! You give Facebook PERMISSION to access your shiz when you have an account. It is dangerous.

For the record, I think the internet is evil. Sadly, it is a necessary evil. At least in the blogger world you can write about it. AND I don't have enough viewers to make anyone turn their head- makes for longer and lonelier nights, but hey I'll survive.

Rule #1 in the zombie apocalypse- don't draw attention to yourself.

Letting Go

I stole this out of my PSY book- thought I'd share.

Letting Go

To let go does not mean to stop caring,
It means I can't do it for someone else.

To let go is not to cut myself off,
It's the realization I can't control another.

To let go is not to enable,
But to allow learning from natural consequence.

To let go is to admit powerlessness,
Which means the outcome is not in my hands.

To let go is not to try to change or blame another,
It's to make the most of myself.

To let go is not to care for,
But to care about.

To let go is not to fix,
But to be supportive.

To let go is not to judge,
But to allow another to be a human being.

To let go is to not be in the middle arranging all the outcomes,
But to allow others to affect their own destinies.

To let go is not to be protective,
It's to permit another to face reality.

To let go is not to deny,
But to accept.

To let go is not to nag, scold or argue,
But instead to search out my own shortcomings and correct them.

To let go is not to adjust everything to my desires,
But to take each day as it comes, and cherish myself in it.

To let go is not to criticize and regulate anybody,
But to try to become what I dream I can be.

To let go is not to regret the past,
But grow and live for the future.

To let go is to fear less and love more.
Author Unknown-

letter to Santa

Dear Santa,
If you exist, please bring me a Gretsch G6136STL Silver Falcon Guitar for Christmas. It is so sexy I could play it all night and day. It's so bold that it speaks to my soul and breaks quarter notes around my heart.




She plays pure fire and I would write a whole album of lyrical composition if I could only replace my electric that broke. Did I not mention that? Big Red met her demise. She had her neck broke off in the middle of the night. I still have no idea how it happened. I woke up in the morning and she was upside down on the floor, practically in two. Broke my heart. I mourned. Guitar suicide maybe? No, I think one of the dogs got too rowdy and pushed her over. (Remus obviously didn't like Fender).

Never mind the price, Santa! It is but a mere trifle of an investment. Sure, I could buy a champion Horse for that price- I know this to be true. I could also by a car, a new floor for my house, or any number of useful things! But for right now, I am going to print out a picture and hang it in my office. Just to look at. Possibly, I'll get all starry eyed and daze off for a bit- thinking about all of the licks I could strum out, hearing that sweet sound that could be nothing but a Gretch.

*siiighhhhhh*
Well Santa. I know you don't REALLy exist. And if I still believed in you at 25, I'd kindly hope one of my kind readers would commit me. I do know that this is an outrageous post, however, when have I ever been anything but outrageous? And there's a piece of everyone that is!!

Sincerely,
Jessie

p.s. Hope everyone is kicking butt for finals/shopping/whatevs! Blessings.

silent passenger

Time carries on
Like a heart
Pump pumping
Like a drum
Bump bumping
A pendulum in the night
Tick tock tick tock
A 4/4 measure
A quick change pleasure
Played by the steady hand
Of the silent passenger
We have all met
In our dreams.

life Q and A

How do you climb a mountain?
A step at a time.

How do you change your life?
A step at a time.

How do you start something you want to do but haven't gathered the courage for?
Take a step in time.

How do you believe yourself that you won't fail?
Pick up your feet and see them land.

But what if your laces are crossed and your hands are full?
Leave what you don't need. Drop it, fix your laces and ...walk on.

What if I don't remember how to walk?
It will come.

What if your legs are broken and your spirit shot?
Take a breath, close your eyes and crawl.

What if you take the wrong path?
Go somewhere up high, look where you are going; then you will know what you need to do.

What if it is too dark to see?
Let your spirit guide you to where you need to be.

What if you lose your way?
Grab your own hand. Dig a hole and make a compass.

How do you do what you were meant to do?
Wake up every morning. Have faith in yourself and just...work.

What if I forget?
Then remember.

What if I don't make it?
Then you can say that at least you tried with everything you had.

Where am I going anyways?
Forward.

What if I look behind me? I will get sad because things are gone.
If you are climbing a mountain and look back you will be terrified. Instead, look ahead and set your goal.

What if the goal is so far away...?
Persevere.

What if you forget your goal?
Keep walking until you remember.

After all, you aren't necessarily defeated if you get beat back. You just need to find another way around.