Bubbles on my Latte and Pink Polish

My pastel pink nails clink against my coffee mug as I tap out the melody coming over the radio. I boldly face all the controversy and problems that lay ahead one word at a time.

The letters fall across my keyboard like a scrabble board game.

I look down at my notebook that has a quote by Benjamin Franklin. “Either write something worth reading or do something worth writing.” I really like this quote and try to live a bold life.

Yesterday, was the Assumption of Our Lady, one of my favorite feast days. When the mother of God wails in pain as she gives birth to a Son that will rule the nations. But meanwhile, there’s a red 12-headed dragon, ready to swallow the baby. Quite a

So I take this to mean, in my life, that there are certain things that I want greatly but also come with great sacrifices. Including my hope to go back to college. As I sip my coffee I think about the possibilities. I think about my words, written and spoken.

Dreams often have a way of blotting up your life. Like a loaded calligraphy pen, pressed too hard against the paper. Making a line but blurring in a hundred off spurts: directions. That’s what it seems like at least. Bizarre and Beautiful as long as you can see the beauty in simple things.

Today is Saint Stephen of Hungary’s feast day. St. Stephen led many battles and was married to King Henry II’s sister, Gisella of Ungarn. He founded monasteries and dioceses. He patron saint against the death of children and of stone cutters.

So with dapples of Catholicism and big dreams,received_626271504545193.jpeg I step boldly into my day.

 

God Bless my readers walk with courage and strength!

Magnificient27

The Pressing Solitude of Decisions

A decision pressed closely against the glass

Reverberates a prism of thought

Of connection.

Of dissonance.

A decision of solitude.

A decision of birth or denial.

A decision pressed closely against the glass

Strains its ugly ear to find you.

Strains into your deepest thoughts.

Listening, pressing close.

Making a crowd or closing in solitude.

A decision,

A decision.

Some say there’s choice.

I say there’s a decision.

Shakespeare said, “Life’s a play and we’re all but actors.”

A decision pressed closely against the glass. 

 

Here the truth lies bound up in thought.

A decision made.

A decision wrought.

Thankful for L.I.F.E.

I’ve been reflecting on life as it is for me. I was talking with one of my good friends the other day saying how I felt in a rut. But after reflecting on this I’ve accomplished so many of my goals in these past few months!

One of my goals was to become a barista which I am happily doing at this adorable little coffee company startup. It is amazing, the shop is fantastic. The couple that started it have a large family and the spouse, who’s a carpenter, made all the furniture inside! The neat thing about the shop is that the owners have their own personal roaster who goes down to Mexico and works with the people who grow the coffee. I am so impressed with there business and beyond happy to be working there!

I finally published an Ebook on Amazon. It’s called Falling to Daughter Zion.

Another of my goals was to start a blog. Well, ta–daa! Readers, I’ve been blogging to you for quite a while.

And last but not least I fell in love.

Perhaps that has been the spark for many of those goals aforementioned.

Hurrah, to accomplishments!

So, my dear readers stay tuned for my next list of goals.

OPA!

A Dove and a Mirror

As I gazed in the mirror at my wood wicked chair I wondered what was is to come. A dove flighted off a branch and I wondered; wondered deep.

Wandering through the paths of all the “could be’s” and the “might’s.”
To a deep wonder.
I stood gazing back at my old life.
Had I achieved enough in the past?
I briefly will look back as I walk down the graduation aisle.
Did I do enough?
Did I stay the path?

As I extend my arm to toss my cap.

The dove fly’s on.

Editing News, Coffee and Online Dating

Perk, perk… As the coffee pot spit out its merry little music, I flipped through my work manual. The rain tumbled down the gutters and spit out onto the bright green grass into a little pool.

As my Spotify churned out lyrics to “Symphony” I cringed at the article on my computer. I had been working on this article for two weeks. Tracking down people and resources to complete it was absolute mayhem. But finally, the article stitched out on my screen like a newly embroidered pillowcase hem. The only thing is that the hems are all haphazardly sewn in… and the article needs lots of editing. Uggh… Every writer’s favorite thing—editing, bleh. Luckily, I found a couple of helpful articles.

This article is helpful for editing the bare bones of just about any writing piece. 25 really helpful tips:

25 editing tips for your writer’s toolbox

This article is really helpful in suggesting editing tools for journalists:

The Best Tools to Improve your Newspaper Writing

So in summary,

*Cut the extra fluff, precision is key- try and keep adverbs and adjectives at a minimum

*Use the 5 W’s: Who, what, where, why and when and how

*Strong verbs (gushing, frolicking, scratching

*Precise strong nouns (kitten instead of cat, Subaru instead of just car, etc.)

*Also when editing I go over it about a million times. Accuracy is everything.

Coffee helps.

 

 

Rattlesnake Ridge, Snoqualmie Falls

My foot heaved over the ruddy roots as Ruby sprang ahead of me. Ruby is my sister’s dog. I was climbing Rattlesnake Ridge not 6 months after my surgery. It was an amazing feeling of triumph. One of those feelings you get after doing something to the max. Pushing yourself to your limits. As the ruddy mountain path twisted and gnarled ahead of me I kept my eyes on the ground. Glancing up to see the trees arching and casting shadows over the misty trees. The trees sprawling with lichens nestled deep into the tree’s bones. Resembling something fixed and unmoving fooling the common onlooker like an ancient Uruk mosaic, tiny fragments making a whole.

Washington mountain trees

Trees with lichens.

The mountains breaking off into a river and gushing with cold tears. Streaming down and foaming into the deep. The ancient Snoqualmie Indian tribes once lived and drank from these waters. This tribe is still in existence and is federally recognized.

Waterfall
Through these trees, I can see Mt. Rainier, awash with snow. Its heights disappearing into a fog of unknown. I recently became acquainted with someone who indeed was training to hike Rainier’s “fog of unknown.” I’ve heard the training is quite an arduous process. Though how freakin’ amazing that would be?! The mountains really are mysterious and somehow probe into your mind with that adventurous intrigue.

The mountains are calling!

My time in Washington was amazing! The mountains were charming and the coffee shops full of espresso and good books. I visited one of the cutest little bookshops called Ada’s Technical Books and Cafe. Quite a charming little place where I had an amazing Kenyan roast of coffee. And I met a delightful Seattlite who I had a lively conversation about the Peace Corps with. He had toured in Zimbabwe and even learned the language! Peace Corps has always piqued my interest. Seattlites seemed mostly friendly to me.
In my time there I also had my first Japanese massage. Oh my! Let me tell you, that was quite different but it was relaxing in China town. I had some amazing Japanese food too! Here’s a picture of my dessert.

Japanese dessert

Delicious eclectic dessert at International district.

Ah, Endroit Magnifique, how delightful it was!