Today

Can I just say, I love my life? What more do I want?

Memories

THREE MEMORIES:

Anyone remember their earliest memory?

Mine was this:

Having the coolest plastic airplane with white exterior and red interior in hand while being pulled in a little red wagon down a white tiled, white walled hallway. There were a lot of knee caps and then darkness.

That was when I was two or three, my tongue was too short for my mouth, so they had to clip the skin connecting my tongue to my mouth, that way I was able to stick my tongue out and lick my ice cream or even say my sister's name: Melissa.

Now days people have to tell me to slow down when I talk, funny eh?

One day I remember walking down the street to my friends home. While passing a particularly large and spiky yucca plant (its stalks seemed to touch the sky), a yellow jacket landed on my arm and climbed up my sleeve. As any normal four year old would do, I panicked.
The sensation of the sting has since fled my memory, but I will never forget screaming at the tops of my lungs, until my mother came running down (mind you 5 houses down the block) to come and comfort me. Some how she knew it was my scream, and probably thought I was being killed or something.

When growing up, there was a beautiful lady in the neighborhood that called me her sunshine. She looked exactly like a barbie, with the long straight blond hair, tan skin and beautiful smile.
I was hooked,(mind you I was four at the time)I'd get my best smile ready for her to see along with my chest all puffed out, trying to be as impressive as a four year old could.
I remember always seeing her at our church, when going through the front doors. She give me her dazzling smile and a hug. I'd probably go all bright red and crack my face in half just grinning about it.
A few years later she passed away unexpectedly. It turned the neighborhood upside down, and shook many lives. I was one.
Who was I going to smile for now?
I decided from then on to give my smile to everyone I met.
Along with my sunshine.

Today was cold! I didn't think much on it as I ran out the door to catch my bus this morning. But when a particularly severe breath of Old Man Winter found its way down my throat, it promptly frumpled and wizzled away. Of course I had to breath again, so my throat reinflated, if not begrudgingly.

Today has been. . . . interesting to say the least.

BUT before I go on, I just have to mention the milestone (Not millstone) in my life has come and gone. I hit 6 months being married to my amazing wife! The good new is that she hasn't killed me yet! Naa, just kidding. But seriously.

We had an awesome time, eating sushi and then laughing so hard it almost came back up. To you my love, here's to the future.

Today,the climax of my day came and went before 1:00. Now its kind of on the downward slope. I had a physics test today. It ended up being a bit more. . .how should I put it, digestable(?), than I thought. I made it out with all fingers and toes accounted for.
Boy, its going to be a great day when that class ends!

What was the last creative thing you've done?

A Quick Minute

How busy are you in a day?
Do you have a little time to stop? To breath?
Can you stop and sigh that sigh?
Enjoy the view for that split second, or meditate for that infinitesimal space of time?

If or when you get a pause, how do you spend it?
FOCUSED? Disjointed? Unconventionally? Unproductively?
Are you selfish with your moment, or do you think outside your box?
Who do you think about?

I am a focused, disjointed thinker that is selfish most of the time.
Missing a bigger picture, another view, or a more important person.
How busy am I today?

Will I say: too busy for you?

Just enough time for me?

Or do I think of you?
How you feel in your moments?
What is your view of?
Do you feel disjointed?

Today in my quick minute, I'm thinking of you,
where you are,
what your doing,
and how much you mean to me.

In this quick minute, I just want you.

A SPLENDIFEROUS DAY

This morning the sky was blue! I practically ripped the blinds off their strings in an attempt to get a better view. Pink fluffy clouds, and blue, blue skies!

On the bus, the sun was blasting over the tops of the mountains, setting buildings, air and people on fire. . . .figuratively, not literally, although that would have been interesting.

My favorite part of this morning was waking up next to my wife cuddled close to me.

Walking to class, leafs crunched, not squished, beneath my feet. Light from the sun made the different colors glow. And it helped that the ground crews of the University were piling up huge mounds of leaves to be bagged. I had to restrain myself from kicking up a few piles. I think I would have become Utah's most wanted.

I'm looking forward to what the rest of today has in store for me. I have found my positive-link to this day and I'm not letting it go.

The other day I was talking to my sister on the phone. In the background I heard barking and barking, I thought she had gotten a dog, and had terrible flash backs of her first dog: LUCY.

But no apparently its the dog next door, her living room window looks out into their backyard. Every time she opens the window, the dog barks its brains out. It's a big fluffy Akita. Every time I see those dogs I just want to give it a big hug, but then it might just bite my face off.

If that happened I would just say: "Its not my dog!"

Yesterday my pen connected with paper,

and the ideas flowed out.

I wrote some pretty interesting things,

and the most amazing store came out of it,

it almost had a mind of its own,

writing itself there in my notebook.
I'm excited to see where it will go.

Erer-Ishk-Noriska

I wish you could see my city, on the top of the world. I hear it was founded by explorers that were following the North Star. They sought to bridge the gap between our world and there, where ever there is. They failed, of course, but in remembrance of their struggle, loss and quest for that star, they named the city "Erer-Ishk-Noriska" or "Jewel of the North".
The first city was rumored to be built entirely of Ice and Snow, many of the explorers stayed to live, others left to explore more, still others strove to find that bridge. Those that chose to were never heard from again. It is said, they were taken in the Lights of the Sky, to Iosto Noriska, the North Star, to dwell with those who came before.

But I do not believe that fairy tale, Byorna Babista says there was no bridge to begin with, she says they were fools to even come here. Of course she says that about any human, well begin a bear will do that to you. Grandmother Bear has been with us since before I was born, she is the oldest of the Byorna-myst, or Bear servant, for lack of a better word.
We have about fifteen in our home. They tend the fires, care for the grounds and guard the gates to my families estate. Father says we live symbiotically with them. Father says we provide the bears organized shelter, society and work, they in turn provide information about the North, workers for our foundries and guides through this frozen wilderness.

I think Father likes to confuse me with the big words he knows, Father does that because he is a scientist, the greatest ones that has ever lived. He's traveled around the globe over fifty times. Father thinks there once was a bridge to Noriska, that is why we are here, but I don't think so.
Father says I think more like a bear than a human. Father leaves for his great expedition today, I guess we will see soon enough.

Father has given me this book to write in. I asked him what I'm suppose to write about, he said, "Your dreams, your experiences, and your thoughts. When you look back on your life you will want to remember these things."
So I guess that's what I'm going to do.
Right now, being the son of world famous explorer, I want to be one to. Just like my Father.

Wintery Adventure

Today I want an adventure.
One preferably in the snow.
I saw it falling from the sky today and couldn't help but smile, of course I was looking out from the warmth and comfort of my home and a hot cup of cocoa.

But I yearn for adventure, a white blizzard, a silent wall of white, a sea of ice, a mountain of cold, a valley of frozen depths, a tundra.

I need a compass, an armored bear, and my demon at my side.
Where is Iorek Byrnison when you need him?

I need to find a wardrobe, with a witch, a lion and a talking beaver inside.


Oh, a side note. One of my oldest and dearest friends is at this moment boarding a plan, and flying it back into my life. I haven't seen them in three years, and I can't wait to see them. Its been to long, and I am excited to renew our friendship, share experiences and just see each other face to face.
Its almost as if Christmas is here now.