Snippets: Blue Skies & Gray Matter

Censorship schmensorship.
A pile of old photos. I can only hope this is what I will leave behind when I someday leave this earth. But most likely it’ll be a string of URLs and digital media that my grandchildren will be scrolling through instead. Whatever it may be though, I hope they experience what I felt today. As my I prepare for my grandpa’s funeral tomorrow, I am overcome by two very different feelings - those of pride and emptiness. I am proud of the man my grandpa was, the family he raised, and the mark he left on the world. I am proud that he traveled the world, was a successful businessman, and a courageous volunteer firefighter. But because of this, along with his gentleness, witty humor, and unwavering devotion to our entire family, I am left feeling empty. A void. There is a distinct and unmistakable void where his presence used to be in my life. Though its painful and hard to comprehend at times, deep down, I truly believe that that’s a good thing. That’s love. It wouldn’t be right if I didn’t feel a little less whole without him. And maybe someday, if I lead the life I hope to, I can be blessed and loved so greatly as to leave a void too.

A pile of old photos. I can only hope this is what I will leave behind when I someday leave this earth. But most likely it’ll be a string of URLs and digital media that my grandchildren will be scrolling through instead. Whatever it may be though, I hope they experience what I felt today. As my I prepare for my grandpa’s funeral tomorrow, I am overcome by two very different feelings - those of pride and emptiness. I am proud of the man my grandpa was, the family he raised, and the mark he left on the world. I am proud that he traveled the world, was a successful businessman, and a courageous volunteer firefighter. But because of this, along with his gentleness, witty humor, and unwavering devotion to our entire family, I am left feeling empty. A void. There is a distinct and unmistakable void where his presence used to be in my life. Though its painful and hard to comprehend at times, deep down, I truly believe that that’s a good thing. That’s love. It wouldn’t be right if I didn’t feel a little less whole without him. And maybe someday, if I lead the life I hope to, I can be blessed and loved so greatly as to leave a void too.

By the window with care.

By the window with care.

YOU TOLD ME I WAS LIKE THE DEAD SEA

YOU’LL NEVER SINK WHEN YOU ARE WITH ME

Time to put my big girl pants on and get ready for one crazy month of traveling 

Time to put my big girl pants on and get ready for one crazy month of traveling 

To do list.

To do list.

Battle

Let’s have a poetry battle. Throw it down on paper. Winner takes all. Who can express the best? Who can make the page quiver? Whose puns and poetic runs will conquer? Let’s be honest, though. This might all be a clever ruse. Because when it comes down to it, I just want to know how you truly feel.

It’s a strange sensation. When you discover the city, the one place in the world, that truly personifies every aspect of who you are. Ich bin ein Berliner.

Poetry. Nostalgia. Perfection. 

Time Warp

We live in a time warp.

Nope, scratch that.

An alternate universe.

Where 80’s music dominates the airwaves,

And Chianti flows like water from a faucet.

A place not only stuck in time,

but also in its ways.

Not quite home,

but becoming more normal everyday.