Eye

The room is dark. The hall was cold. The light wasn't turning on. I felt like a two year old, cringing on my two year old legs. The hair on the back of my neck stood up and jumped off. I saw one eye, one green eye. Not two, but one green eye. Moving back and forth, this way and that, jumping like my heart jumping out of my chest. An eye, monstery. A shape, wait, no shape! Just an eye.

Camden Golden Lights

I see shining lights. Gold hanging from the shop windows. Just floating in the chilly night air, every bulb lighing holding it's own. All along the street, you could see the happiness of the coming season. The walking children and their parents stopped for a second and gave the opposite side of the street a sigh. It halted my thoughts, and for a second all I could think about was the golden lights and the people who hung them. Christmas was there. The golden lights said so.  

Rachel Scott's Chain Reaction

Rachel Joy Scott was killed in the Columbine High School shooting on April 20, 1999. She was the first of 13 people to be killed. Rachel Scott was one of the kindest, best mannered people to live. She believed that every man, woman, or child, should be treated the same, and no different.

      A few months before her death, Rachel Scott wrote an essay entitled, “My Ethics, My Codes of Life.” In it she wrote, “I have this theory that if one person can go out of their way to show compassion then it will start a chain reaction of the same.” These words have traveled throughout the country since 1999, and have made a difference on how many people view themselves, and others, too.

      Rachel's family started a program called Rachel's Challenge shortly after the shooting. They, and others, go to school's throughout America, and talk about Rachel Scott's chain reaction. Rachel's Challenge is for people to create and keep positive places to work, learn, or live.

      If one person, just one, cared about others enough to start a chain reaction, maybe others would follow. Perhaps you could start that chain reaction, wherever you are. Whether your at work, at school, or at home, go out on a limb and say, “Be kind!”

      So I end this with a date, August 5, 1981 – April 20, 1999. Rachel Scott's years of life. She lived a short life, but you cant say she didn't live a full life. She lived a very full life. She touched many hearts, and she moved many people, even after her death. Rest in peace Rachel Joy Scott.

September

September brings light days, not heavy with Summer heat, but lightened by breezes. Carefully mixed with perfect senses of people, cheerful and exhilarating. An amazing feeling that you only can get if you stand perfectly still in the middle of a field in the middle of nowhere, while smiling really wide, and not thinking about anything at all. Calling out while underwater, flying without wings, climbing without a harness, and freeing yourself from chains.
             September is beautiful, meaningful, and pure. September doesn't come with any price.

I Thought Maybe So

A man told me to sit, tonight, on the great wall that sits between the willow tree and the house behind. And he told me to dig and dig under the graveyard fence. He said I'd find what I wanted, if I looked up at the moon and pray. But I found, nothing on that night but chilly-ness and dread. I can't believe that feeling, that I would soon have it all.

Are you there?

Are you there, are you listening? Are you a person, are you a youth? Are you an animal, are you a woman, are you a man? Are you alive, are you hole, are you well? Are you seeking anything? Are you someone, or something? Are you free, are you happy? Are you content are you sacred? Are you normal, are you cared for...

The House is Silent

The house is so quiet, I can hear my own breath, and hear my heart beat very very fast. And then a creek creek creek from coming down the stairs. I see a black boot on the threshold that wasn't there before. But nothing was there, nothing was there, nothing was there. I reassured myself over and over and over and over. Nothing is there, nothing is there, nothing is there. The house is silent as I walk in. But then, I hear voices from upstairs. I was too scared to walk up the stairs, too frightend, I close my eyes to make the first step. The second. The third. The forth. The fifth. The sixth. The seventh. The eighth. The ninth. The tenth. The eleventh. The... twelfth. I was there. I looked to the right, and opened my eyes. But... nothing was there! The house was silent.