SO I am moving over here because the blogs seem much better and hopefully it will be easier to publish photos and put in links!!! Since I don’t have much new stuff for my first entry, I am going to write about me and some general stuff. I am sure you all know about the Phoenix and how it is a symbol of overcoming adversity. I have always loved that idea, even before I knew about adversity in my own life. The phoenix is the symbol of Atlanta too, my hometown. In downtown there is a beautiful statue of the phoenix and that was were I first learned about it. The city's 1887 seal includes the motto, "Resurgens," Latin for "rising again." As I have unfortunately experienced over and over this is the idea and symbol that represents me the best. I have faced some very dark times and painful things in my life, but I believe, that I will rise again. And like a phoenix I will be better and stronger than before. I also believe in living my life to the fullest and making the most of each day. I want to enjoy as much as I can and I refuse to allow what others may think of me to limit my experiences. I am lucky that I can say I have very few regrets.
A very good friend of mine recently wrote a poem about me. I was so flattered and impressed that I really wanna at least publish it here. I will no reveal her identity, because she would probably kill me!! Anyway, I hope yall like the new site, and as always, I would love your comments!!!xoxoxoxoxox
With grace I go—
down this path,
mind crowded and thrumming with remembrances of childhood laughter and smirks—
into these next months,
winter looming before us, stretched out like some dark haze—
impenetrable, unforgiving—
sterile in its beauty but lofty in its potential
to give way to the spring, coming out on the other season with hope in hand.
With grace I go— trembling—
in the confrontation of your strength, your astonishing fragility,
the hour hands of the clock shaming my heart, my breath, my selfish waking hours,
a re-invention and re-analysis of self
measured by your trials.
And I keen the distance between us,
more violent even than sickness—
our modern world and modern lives evoking that despairing rage against the thought of loss—
for the first time how heavily it means to lose—
to be absent against preventing theft, almost an injustice, it feels, against life.
Yet so often you were the one to remind me
that beauty emerges in the quietest, most remote, un-thought-of places—
like a steroid rage (a simple refusal, denial to be content in illness, a revocation against invasion)
or quiet afternoons with the silliest of comforts (like cheesecake or warm blankets).
With grace I have always gone reminded of the antithesis to my own dark nature,
so often have you brought mirth unbidden and unsolicited from my mouth,
a failure to maintain my evilest of moods.
So with grace I go now—
(an incantation, murmured in the dark on my pillow,
burning it into the moon-crossed patterns of my ceiling at night—)
humbled in the confrontation of such vast spirit,
determined to revel before a strength I have never known,
to celebrate the coming hours, days, weeks, years
for however long this takes to see you through.
10.07.05
2 comments:
I have a feeling I know who wrote that poem... At least I know a friend of yours that loved poetry as much as you.. I only met her a handful of times.. I may be way off too, who knows. Anyhoo. I like your new site. Blogspot is SO easy to use. I am going to call you soon... I have just needed some time. You know how I HATE to cry. Each day is getting easier. Thank you so much for your comments and messages. They have meant more to me than you know.
I like it! I think you'll not only enjoy keeping this blogspot, but it will be theraputic as well! :) If you have any question about how to do something on here, let me know! You know me... LOVE to give the advice!!!! Have a WONDERFUL week, Gracie, and I'll talk to you soon!
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