be warned I havn’t a plan for this post. . .

It’s always striking to me to realize how young I am. You see, to me I am as old as the earth. The earth didn’t exist before I tread on it. For this reason its always a little shocking when I realize the time I (hopefully) have before me. It interests and perplexes me when I see men and women in there 80′s and 90′s and they are so different from me, they think and speak so different from myself. There are of course many differences but the biggest must be the time.

I was reading an interesting description of amoeba (I realize that could sound like sarcasm but I’m being serious) in a book, Perfect Health by Dr. Deepak chopra. He talked about how they reproduce by splitting themselves and creating a new life form. So the “offspring” of the “mother” amoeba has her being in his being, so you could say logically that the amoebas of today are the same from thousands of years ago. Thats neat. I know maybe us human’s do something similar when we reproduce but its just different enough to fascinate me.

Maybe I’ve been here before? Maybe something similar to this existence has happened before. Sometimes I swear I have done this road before. When I trace a thought back I can’t find the tangible origin. How do I know what I do? How do I react as I do? Why do I feel like this has been done before, that I’ve done this before. I have 21 years and I’m feeling this way. What will it be like when I have 76?

Mumford and Sons, cause I love them

I apologize I couldn’t help but post these lyrics. I recently got into Mumford and Sons, maybe they are too “pop-y” for you? a bit too trendy maybe? ahh but their lyrics, intelligent on quite a few levels. And they reference my all time favorite author (John Steinbeck) in a few of their songs

Awake My Soul

“How fickle my heart and how woozy my eyes
I struggle to find any truth in your lies
And now my heart stumbles on things I don’t know
This weakness I feel I must finally show

Lend me your hand and we’ll conquer them all
But lend me your heart and I’ll just let you fall
Lend me your eyes I can change what you see
But your soul you must keep, totally free
Har har, har har, har har, har har

In these bodies we will live, in these bodies we will die
Where you invest your love, you invest your life
In these bodies we will live, in these bodies we will die
Where you invest your love, you invest your life

Awake my soul, awake my soul
Awake my soul
You were made to meet your maker
Awake my soul, awake my soul
Awake my soul
You were made to meet your maker
You were made to meet your maker”

One thing I would suggest to Mumford though, I always sing that line “you were made to meet your maker” with the word ‘whole’ attached at the end.

“you were made to meet your maker whole”

I don’t know I think it’s a nice touch. Maybe i’ll remix it ;]

Ocean

Flower

Now

I’m here now. And that is exactly where I’m supposed to be

Its a quiet day at the Habitat for Humanity ReStore. . .

There’s only been a few customers today. I’ve got Pandora playing a Jack Johnson station trying to chase away some of the gloom of a rainy Saturday. The leaves are gorgeous outside despite the rain, I love realizing how lucky I am to be living up north here in New Hampshire. Its just the perfect location, gorgeous mountains everywhere but not too secluded. It’s quiet here and you can see the stars at night but if you need the bustle of people and cars and noise its not too far off.

I’ve been surfing the web trying to find some internship opportunites. I’m in my sophmore/junior year of the Bachelors of Social Work program at Plymouth State. I love it, social work is the path for me. The options seem endless and as I read about the various places my skills and efforts can be utilized I can feel the exctiment rising. I am interested in working with immigrants and Spanish speakers, there’s a need for social workers there. I find biology and the human body fascinating, social workers are needed in hospitals for patient relations. I believe in the strength of a family unit and the value of our children, and one of the social work pledges is to defend these things. I could go on but I’ll spare you; my point is I feel like I’ve got a whole world ahead of me to be explored. It’s a nice feeling to daydream of the day when maybe I’ll be putting all my studies to practice.

I’m reading Elizabeth Gilbert’s “Eat Pray Love” for the second time. May I take this time to applaud that woman’s wittisims and insight on such practical human components such as eating, praying and loving. . .  I find so many quotable phrases in her writings, I would jot them all down but then I realize I’m just transposing her entire novel.

One thought of Gilbert’s that I’ll leave you with is this-  ”True wisdom gives you the only possible answer at any given moment.” I find such peace in that simple statement. It’s valid isn’t it, how I love to labor over things thinking out the what-if’s, if only’s. I send myself into panics sometimes trying to find answers; answers for longterm problems, short term situations, plans and dreams.

hmm.

It’s getting chilly. I love the change of seasons it always speaks to me of excitement, anticipation, something just around the corner.

about to head to work…

con·tent ² [kuhn-tent] –adjective

1. satisfied with what one is or has; not wanting more or anything else.

2. agreeing; assenting.

First

If thoughts were miles I’ve traveled many. Through distant lands and far off places. With diverse people and ideas. I’ve thought myself around the world. I’ve thought myself out of my head and into yours. Feelings become almost tangible as they race through the track of my mind.  These thoughts or questions shouldn’t be taken for granted. Each inquisition could yield results that change, they can create, they can define.
The benefit is in the spoken word, the written word. Here I can display such thoughts for others to profit or maybe to just entertain. Read and comment at will!