Wednesday, August 31, 2011

marbles in my mouth

So grab this world by its clothespins and shake it out again and again and jump on top and take it for a spin and when you hop off shake it again for this is yours.

Make my words worth it, make this not just another poem that I write, not just another poem like just another night that sits heavy above us all.

Walk into it, breathe it in, let is crash through the halls of your arms at the millions of years of millions of poets coursing like blood pumping and pushing making you live, shaking the dust.

So when the world knocks at your front door, clutch the knob and open on up, running forward into its widespread greeting arms with your hands before you, fingertips trembling though they may be.
--Anis Mojani

Guess what time it is?
Count your blessings time.

2 things that make me happy:
Purple Shag Carpets
Lofted Beds.
Doing theatre outside.
Naps in the sunshine.
The Basilica.
(That's like 10 things. Whoops.)

4 things that don't make me happy:
Facebook stalking.
Rubber snakes.
Weak abdominal muscles.
The word "practical."

This past summer, I looked at my bio that was in our highschool graduation program. It's amazing how one can change so ridiculously much in a year. Although the things that make my soul smile have grown, my list of pet peeve really has stayed the same. I think that's a step in the right direction, maybe. As your world expands, you should find more and more beautiful things that fill you with Joy. Although I've found a lot more faults within myself. And I think that was the hard part of the summer, realizing my own faults and failings and trying to work on those. We had a "summer vacation in five words" ice breaker the other night, and I summed up my summer like so:
Substitute Mom.
Disney Princesses.

Not a bad summer overall.

Although I'm messier now. And I'm less patient (but, to be fair, when was I ever patient?)
And I need to watch myself before I cross the line from friendly neighborhood sarcastic to Snarky McJerkpants.

One of my friends gave up sarcasm for Lent one year. That's one of those Lenten goals that I think is really really good for you. Giving up sweets, chocolate, TV, etc., is all well and good, but sometimes you have to dig a little deeper.

One of my friends (also prone to sarcasm) gave up making digs about St. Mary's girls. One of my friends gave up listening to love songs, another laid off day-dreaming, another gave up always checking out her reflection in mirrors she passed during the day. I always love hearing the challenges people set for themselves during Lent. But maybe we should leave off talking about Lent until at least January. Haven't even made it to Thanksgiving yet, and I'm already thinking about Lent.

But, ya know, just as it can be Christmas all year round, it can be Lent all year round.
Okay, okay hear me out.
Think of how at Christmas it just feels wrong to have a fight or get mad at someone-your siblings, friends, parents, anyone. Maybe we're just conditioned to behave better after hearing about Santa Claus's naughty and nice list for so many years, but there's something in the air at Christmastime that makes you want to SING. Discord between friends and family would be discordant at the most wonderful time of the year. The world is alive with Joy and gingerbread and little creche scenes peppered over the white snow. There's really no reason why we shouldn't feel that Joy and goodwill every single day throughout the rest of the year. Just as we should (ideally) live each day with the Joy and charity we feel during Christmastide in our hearts, we should live each day with Lenten sacrifice in our souls. We should be always striving to be better, continuously challenging ourselves to strengthen our weak points and let go of what we hold on to. Gently wean ourselves away from the world, to shift our focus to things eternal rather than temporal. Lent is a time in which we distance ourselves from the world, and reach for the heavens. Live like it's Lent, peeps. Live like it's Lent.

I'm going to skedaddle to seminar now to chat about The Republic. Took me 5 hours to read 50 pages of that beast last night.
Theory A) Plato is a slow read-you have to savor and digest each part as you go.
Theory B) I'm easily distractible.
Peace out y'all.

P.S. I wish you guys could see the blog post as it appears in my editing screen-the words are all jumbled together and mushed on top of each other. It looks so pretty.
P.P.S. Remember that mirror I bought? I decided it'd be okay to stick it on the back of my door with blue painter's tape. You can only imagine how that episode ended...I have another late-night Target run to make...

1 comment:

  1. I had a good talk the other night about trying to live intentionally. What if we lived everyday as though it were the last or the first? We only seem to remember the last or the first of something, but not all the times or things in between. Chesterton was right when he wrote in his essay "The Advantages of Having One Leg," that "To appreciate anything we must always isolate it." Feasts and seasons naturally isolate certain days and weeks for us.

    The human problem is that it takes a tremendous amount of effort to isolate every single day, so to speak, and live everyday like it's Christmas or Lent. That's why as humans we need feasts and seasons. They are such blessings to us. Of course, that doesn't mean we shouldn't try everyday to work on living more intentionally, as I think your post rightly suggests we should.

    As usual a great post.

    Merry Christmas!