How funny is this! If you search for Ambrosia Apple on Google, my entry shows on the 2nd page. 🙂 It cracks me up when that happens.
Archive for October, 2007
I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to mislead anyone with my post yesterday. I am fine and dandy. I frequently see the darkness in my life, or in others, as visual representations. The current one that I see is the wave. My inclusion of the text was just to show you the part that I was trying to visualize. Does that make any sense?
Fall for me is usually a time of introspection and change. I don’t know why, but it’s the time when many things in my past have happened. I think it has more to do with me causing changes at this time of year. So, if you see a lot of moody posts, don’t fret, it’s just my brain tossing out everything for a nice cleaning, and then I’ll take back the stuff I want to keep. My neighbor calls me a ground hog because I retreat back into my house and myself as the weather gets colder and I don’t turn friendly again until the Spring.
I bought candy for the trick or treaters. The nicest day of the week is supposed to be Wednesday. That makes me happy! I have to sit outside to hand out candy because of the dogs. If I try to stay inside and open and close the door, the dogs will get out, small children (and parents) will scream. One of them is very large, and two of them are just very loud.
Back to work.
Sometimes I paint in my head. I own paints, and canvases and brushes, but most of the time I just paint in my head. Right now I’m painting a picture of a wave. A very large wave, almost tidal type. The ocean surrounding it will be all in Emeralds and blacks. The sky dark royal blues with some light blue added in. The largest part of the wave will be in all Dark purples and blacks. And then the crest of the wave will start tying in some Lavenders, with some lighter greens, and peach. This is a symbolic wave to show darkness and hope. Where the wave is breaking, the part that will actually touch the shore at some time, you can see it lightening. Those little glimmers of hope and light.
I’m painting it to match this text.
Can a soul be broken, can you hurt so bad that it can’t ever be whole again.
once read a story about a boy who was put in a well, the lid was shut
with just the tiniest glimmer of light. And I thought to myself,
that’s me. That’s my life. I saw no way out, no hope of ever climbing
up that ladder.
They rescued the boy, they pulled his white and bloated body out and breathed new life into it.
I’m getting glimmers of hope, like those breaths of air pushed into my soul. I think there is a chance now.
Every once in awhile I think I may have to break out the paints again and actually do it, or it will get stuck in my head forever.
Edit – You guys are all so nice! I’m Fine!
Have you ever known anyone who couldn’t do something that might be perceived as doing something nice for someone? Not because they’re not nice, but because for some reason they don’t want anyone to ever know that they’re making the effort to do something for someone. Did that make any sense at all?
I was watching the office, and NBC ran a commercial with Jerry Seinfeld talking about his upcoming movie and the commercial was sponsored by Ford. How can that make sense? How can a company sponsor a commercial, bad deal for them.