"The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible."
- Vladimir Nabakov

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

[Old Memories]

  Today I found out something, or rather remembered, something about myself. Something that, once, was very important to me, but has lain dormant, untouched, for a long time. Its funny, when that happens. When you remember something about yourself that you had forgotten, something that has been buried in the passage of time. The trigger is often unusual, and unexplainable. An old photo, a book, a song. Sometimes a smell or a place. But then the memory, or the feeling, hits you so hard. And you can't quite remember why you ever forgot to begin with.
  That happened to me today.
  I love it when that happens. Its like stepping backwards in time, a bittersweet step back, where you just imperceptibly touch or see the part of you that was lost, the memory that was faded but has resurfaced for a time. And sometimes it leaves as quickly as it came, changing nothing, life moving on the same. Like the time I walked in on my sisters watching a Disney movie. And suddenly, remembering being four and five years old, watching that movie over and over. I remembered insisting that my brother let me watch it, rather than his boyish favorites. I remembered curling up on the couch with my blanket and favorite stuffy, singing along with the princess on the screen. I had seen that movie many times since my childhood obsession, yet it was this one time that brought me back to that time. I wonder why.
  And again today, the trigger just as odd. The cover of a book, titled "Cavalrymen", with a picture of an ancient Roman soldier astride a war horse, spear raised, printed across the front. And I remembered being in third grade and learning about ancient Egyptian history. Random, I know. More importantly, I remembered how I used to be very interested in history of any kind - ancient Greek or Roman, European, medieval, modern. Last year at school, I randomly added a history major to my studies, and discovered my love for history. Or maybe I should say, rediscovered. But I didn't realize it was a rediscovery then. Not until today, when I saw that little book, did I remember checking out books from the library about castles, reading stories about Roman and Greek mythology, building a miniature pyramid out of clay.
  Unlike the movie-memory, however, I have to wonder, is this a sign?

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

[Goodbye to the River]

I found peace today
In the time when I just was.
I listened to the river's song
As it rippled over the rocks.
I felt it soothe my aching soul
As it said to me, "Just be".
I sighed and felt my lungs expand
And let myself be me.
I found contentment today
In the simplicity of natural song,
A song composed by water, birds, and rustling leaves.
These tender notes erased all wrong
All worries, fears, and doubts.
I felt nature stir my inner self,
Move the deepest places in my heart.
I breathed and felt the worry fly
Caught by the wind's graceful art.
I found peace today
In the time when I just was.
I listened to the river's song
As it rippled over the rocks.
I said goodbye to the river today
And thanked it for what was.

Sunday, August 7, 2011

[Growing]

Drawing to a close
The safety net of home
No longer there to catch my fall.
My own path, my own decisions
Mistakes, corrections, and revisions.
Drawing to a close
Yet giving life to hope
An era at an end.
Where will the next one lead?
Like a fallen leaf borne upon the wind
Twisting, turning as it flies
I flit towards my destination

As of yet, unknown.
Drawing to a close
Time to move on
Time to grow.