You know, at times, there’s this feeling I wind up getting and it usually happens when I look towards the Western horizon that makes my spirit cry for leaving. “Leaving what” you say? Ah but in my thoughts that’s where I’ve seen like billows (or is it rings?) of smoke through a forest and these weird disconnected voices of a bunch of standing folk who I know are watching. That’s what makes me really wonder about it all.
A good introduction is like a good pair of shoes: when it fits it’ll go a long way. On the big screen, right after the title credits you see that line and automatically you start expecting historical fiction. Oh you’ll easily acknowledge what parts are fact (like the Revolution, or the signing of documents) and which parts are fiction (the messy love triangle maybe) but in the end you come out thinking you’ve actually seen a bit of history, Hollywood style. Well, maybe we’re not all that naïve-but do we ever go back and research the facts from the false?
Real life buddy of mine has (finally) decided to start blogging on the site she’s reserved for a good 11 months. I’m excited to start reading and she’s already on my blogroll. Enjoy Susan’s Blog-In-A-Box.
In an unlit, hard to reach part of your mind, there’s a door. It’s probably locked but its so remote that it really doesn’t have to be. No one walks on that part of your mind and sometimes (very rarely) you peek around, shed a little light just to make sure its there, before turning around and heading back down the hall, around a flight of stairs and to the other wing of your mind. It’s the section that you know is part of you, don’t mind acknowledging its there but knowing that it held such a heavy presence in your past that you can’t really remember what to make of it: you just don’t want to repeat it. It’s secluded enough to make you uncomfortable but safely put away that you don’t often deal with it.
My room is labeled asthma.
The Deacon’s Masterpiece or, the Wonderful “One-hoss Shay”: A Logical Story by Oliver Wendell Holmes (1809-1894)
Have you heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay,
That was built in such a logical way
It ran a hundred years to a day,
And then, of a sudden, it — ah, but stay,
I’ll tell you what happened without delay,
Scaring the parson into fits,
Frightening people out of their wits, –
Have you ever heard of that, I say?