Journal entry – 1.26.09

Honestly.

Fog

just how transparent should I be on my blog… hmmmm…

this post is personal. It’s poetic. It’s probably not for everyone.

But if you struggle with foggy days… maybe you can find a connection. And then follows the knowledge that you are not alone.

Poem

Have you ever known the longing

a kite knows when the weather is wind-still?

Or that of a photographer with an empty camera?

Or a singer sullenly song-silent?

Or a violin without strings?

Have you felt the repercussions

of a drummer with no hands?

A thunder with no clap?

Or a cannon with no blast?

Have you shouted silently from a shadow

Expecting someone to listen?

But never whispering a wail.

Hoping there is beauty

Just beyond the veil?

Choose.

Act.

The kite is only grounded because it’s not given to a runner.

The camera can’t capture what it sees until it’s filled.

The singer must take breath in and give it out again, like we all do, yet different.

And the violin must be mended by a master.

A drummer’s heart beats louder than any instrument ever can, or will.

And lightening pierces your soul before you hear the thunder’s roll.

The cannon needs the power of powder and ammunition to fulfill its mission.

So leave your shadow.

Someone is waiting to listen.

Start with a whisper that will turn to a wail.

You are the beauty.

Take off your veil.