Monday, August 20, 2007


Sirens, naga, merfolk... whatever name they are called, I've always been fascinated. And now, my lovely faery sisters, Candice and Crystal, are planning a mermaid shoot next summer! Can I just say how freaking excited I am about this?! I am honestly ready to go out and practice breathing under water. Or rather, holding my breath without straining under water! How cool would mermaid pictures be?! I have NO IDEA what I'll do about a costume. None. I expect to receive some guidance from my magical friends, though. Supposedly there's a site online that sells cool mermaid tails, so I'll definitely be checking that out and saving my little dollars up!

All I can say is, Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Monday, August 6, 2007

Looking Forward

Since I tend to undulate in my posts, swinging back and forth from one end of the spectrum to the other, I suppose I will swing forward here.

As I mentioned in my previous post, I do have a number of amazing women at my fingertips with whom I can, if I allow myself, form more wonderful relationships. Just in time to leave behind once again in a year. But if yoga has taught me anything, it is the importance of living in the present. If I'm always living in the past, life moves on without me. And if I'm always looking to the future, I'm running so fast to catch it that I pass my real life right by.

So the number of amazing women out here really is astounding. They're at my church, they're at SAA, they're in my neighborhood, they're at Fitness Fusion...(I couldn't help putting in a plug here!) I've known several this past year as merely casual acquaintances and I hope that I can form a little closer of bonds with some of them. There are also several new women moving in with their spouses for med school that I would love to get to know, as well as some great girls I've met from the university. Looking to the future, I look forward to these new relationships.

And finally, back to living in the present, I want to express my gratitude for yet another wonderful friend. All my "sisters" have moved to other places... but one other dear friend, nearing the "sister" level is right here in little ole Kirksville. I only just got to know Tara recently, this summer while Derek was gone. We've formed a wonderful bond and her girls and my girls love playing together... I won't lie and say they get along extremely well, but they love each other! As for Tara and I, we do get along very well and I'm so glad I've had the opportunity to get to know her. I think we'll do much to keep each other sane this year! So thank you, Tara, for being such an amazing woman, mother and friend and an inspiration to me. Thanks for your wonderful influence on me.

Friday, August 3, 2007

A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning

I keep looking at all my gorgeous friends and hating my life. So I wanted to post one of my favorite poems. Even though it's referring to lovers separated by death (slightly more dramatic than my present situation), I think it applies on some level. Plus, it's a pretty magical, ethereal poem if you ask me.

AS virtuous men pass mildly away,
And whisper to their souls to go,
Whilst some of their sad friends do say,
"Now his breath goes," and some say, "No."

So let us melt, and make no noise,
No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move ;
'Twere profanation of our joys
To tell the laity our love.

Moving of th' earth brings harms and fears ;
Men reckon what it did, and meant ;
But trepidation of the spheres,
Though greater far, is innocent.

Dull sublunary lovers' love
—Whose soul is sense—cannot admit
Of absence, 'cause it doth remove
The thing which elemented it.

But we by a love so much refined,
That ourselves know not what it is,
Inter-assurèd of the mind,
Care less, eyes, lips and hands to miss.

Our two souls therefore, which are one,
Though I must go, endure not yet
A breach, but an expansion,
Like gold to aery thinness beat.

If they be two, they are two so
As stiff twin compasses are two ;
Thy soul, the fix'd foot, makes no show
To move, but doth, if th' other do.

And though it in the centre sit,
Yet, when the other far doth roam,
It leans, and hearkens after it,
And grows erect, as that comes home.

Such wilt thou be to me, who must,
Like th' other foot, obliquely run ;
Thy firmness makes my circle just,
And makes me end where I begun.

~John Donne