Piano Passion

As I sit here, I am waiting for class to start and listening to this really talented guy play just about everything on the piano. I have heard Linkin Park, Pirates of the Carribean, and Fur Elise in the past ten minutes. I occurs to me that the most soothing, most inspiring, most soul stirring sound I know is that of a piano.
Imagine, you type furiously as the music swells and the poetry simply flows from your heart.
You are alone in a giant ballroom (I would have on a huge swirling gown) and dancing, moving just as the music pulls and feeling it deep in your soul.
You are running, alone, in a field with stars above and soft grass below.
You are completely and utterly free.

There is so much that music can do, and for me, live piano is the most inspiring.
Piano tracks are ok, and I loooove live orchestra (but rarely get to hear that anymore) but just listening to one of these wonder, plays-by-ear people playing, whatever they feel like, going where the music takes them and bringing me along-- this is bliss.

find your bliss.

Baby shoes for sale, never worn

Summer arrived on the back of a magpie...shiny, shiny, tinsel and shiny.

Gathering shiny things, she built. A nest so amazing, she created. Out of her treasures, and your treasures, and mine; out of our tears and our triumphs-- she built. And it was beautiful.

Stage lights and microphones, designer gowns and silver sharpies-- the nest glittered.Coin and coils with new cars and gum wrappers, it glinted in the sun. A plastic pearl earring was woven in by the emperors rubies; Christmas tinsel and broken seashells scintillated in the shine of the stars. A pair of baby shoes, never worn, rested on one edge. A silver spoon caught the light. The nest was perfect, the catch glittered with each twist of light. Summer dazzled that year.

Fall was cold.

Happiness from Monday

The sun pulls warm fingers through my hair and my smile come quick as the light.
You are here too, tangled in my thoughts.
Bliss

Chalice

Challange: Write a  250 word story from a promt/picture/etc
Prompt: http://www.elfwood.com/art/c/h/chrisdien/princessdragon.jpg
Story:

I curl around the tree in sleepy contentment. Rough bark sooths itchy scales as a warm breeze rustles and clatters along cold scales. A contented thrum starts low in my throat as I settle down to sleep, when out of nowhere a small creatures crashes towards me—clanking and brandishing a metal stick and yelling in the most horrible tones. I sit up, prepared to roast the interloper, when a girl darts to my tree. She spins to face the metal man. She shouts at him, pressed against my tree. She doesn’t move but she has a metal stick too. He freezes, eyeing me warily.


Her tones don’t hurt my ears the way his does, but it itches. Reaching out, my claws wrap around a tree branch, ready to smack the next one who talks. When I move, she grows still; he seems to have stopped breathing. My happy thrum rumbles into an annoyed growl.

She whispers, the itching grows worse. I wave the branch threateningly, glaring at her. She shuts up. Good. The metal man drops his metal stick and backs away. The girl looks at him, then at me, and spins her metal stick so it points downward. She assumes the position of Chalice, keeper and binder of the forest.

He says something, his metal suit moving and clanking. I growl—his din scrapes against my ears. She glares and gestures. He leaves. Chalice, keeper of the forest. I guess she can stay by my tree. For now.


Chalice is a postion from a great book by Robin McKinnley, check it out here: http://www.robinmckinley.com/books/chalice/

Christmas Comics!

So  here are a couple of my favorite web-comics and their Christmas specials:

http://catenamanor.com/index.php?comic=14
Belle hates kids. And loud people. And rude people. And happy people. Come to think of it, she doesn't like very many people...

http://www.weregeek.com/2008/12/24/
This is me. But Settlers of Catan instead of D&D. lol

http://xkcd.com/521/
It's like a "create your own adventure" story!

So many good comics, so little time... *grins*

A Story

ok, so here is a challange to all my faithful friends. Give me a picture, a sentence, or both and I will write you a story. Short, of course, but perfect (of course). So post it here, email me, facebook, whatever-- just give me something to work with! The most interesting 3 prompts get Christmas cookies when I see you next...
Love you all!

A Good night

Today began with idignation-- I reached the end of my favorite cereal that I borrow from my roommate (sorry Heather...) and along with all the little wheat shred bits came about a table spoon of sugar! How does this cinnaommony goodness have so much sugar!?! So then I walked ouside and it was cold! Finally!
I love the cold, I glory in the cold, I love this cold. So my day went straight uphill-- and stayed for a while.

Heather and I played I Spy in chapel-- I spotted the most people but she found the ones to avoid... so I really don't know who wins.
And theory was cool and choir was great and work began as lovely. And then work got exhausting.

As the semester comes to an end, more people come with their papers and I worked with a ton of students today-- all while i kept thinking about my lovely paper that needs much more attention,
Then I realized that i didn't clock out for dinner and my time sheet was off.
So I had to email my boss and tell her... and I felt like a dork holding my co-worker up because he had to clock out on the same computer.

Thankfully, a bowl of oatmeal and a brisk walk in the cold cheered me up.
And my roomies rock :)

Good night everyone.