So let it be written, So let it be done.

While this movie has absolutely nothing to do with Easter, the Ten Commandments comes on every year and I love to watch it.

I love watching it mainly because it reminds me of being a little girl. I'd watch this movie over and over again wishing I was the one who had the golden bangles dangling in my hair like Nefertiti (someone really should bring hair bangles back)

Much like anything we review as an adult it's definitely interesting on another level and the inconsistencies definitely stand out even more (pretty sure the phrase "take me in your arms" was not ACTUALLY uttered after every greeting), but watching the Egyptian cast members parade around in all their colors and jewelry has spell bound me all over again.

Have a wonderful Easter, it's undoubtedly the best celebration of all!

Today

Is Good Friday
not
Spring Recess.
And it's it's BC
not
CE. The common
Era would not
have existed if
not for Christ.
You should read
your nickles
more often.

Free.

One of my favorite things about being a girl
Is that moment when Dayton puts his hand on the small of my back and directs me through a crowd.
Sometimes it will just be a moment of direction other times when the crowd is more dense he'll put his hands on my hips and steer me through till we're free to walk side by side.

The beginning of this year I changed jobs. I work for my father-in-law now, I'm the office administrator and advertising division of the company which I'm loving. It wasn't an instant change, I kept the other job for a while until it was clear that my old boss didn't need me anymore.

The opportunity to work for my in-laws was such a God thing. There was no real reason at the time for me to switch jobs, but I did and it worked out to where there was always work available for me.

God guided me through what could have been a rougher situation. Just as Dayton guides me when we're walking through a crowd, God lead me through a dense clowd of decisions so that I was able to get through to the exact place I needed to be.

I love that.
I love Him.

Poetry week concluded.

I'll finish out Poetry Week with my recent favorite.
We had to write a poem where we put ourselves in someone else's shoes and so I took a group of people that I'm probably the most fascinated with and clipped a moment from their life. So here is the resulting work...


Celebrity

I woke up this morning thirsty
For my daily cup of coffee
Desirous of its black face, its warm, bold
Body. I surrender my position in bed
For a gray cashmere sweater and sweats,
I gather my bodyguards, my assistant, phone
My driver who rushes me, covers me like a fair skinned baby
To the nearest coffee shop where in clouds of black and gray
We exit the vehicle, overtaken by sudden bursts
Of light—the lights that with every flash capture
Little reasons why I sometimes look at the want ads in my hometown paper
And think of freedom as a fluid word. Finally when the fresh, inky
Cup of the warm liquid reflects my face we shuffle back
To the car, enclosed once again behind impenetrable doors
The outside world straining to see in, while I am straining to see out.

....and it keeps on going

We were assigned a "witness piece" which meant we had to write about witnessing something in the news and our reaction to it. And since I couldn't settle on one emotion with octo-mom (anger? frustration? pity?) I went for this little ditty.

I had something in this one about sweat being on his brow, the same kind of sweat not found on the faces of his loudest foe, but the teacher didn't like it (dirty liberal ;) so I took it out. Enjoy.


Always Mr. President

I could see you pumping gas
At a station in Texas. Comfortable
In your post Presidential jeans and cowboy
Boots, happy in your cowboy hat. I could see

Your hands and imagine their lines where important
Documents once rested, where other important fingers
Gripped and shook; hands that wiped sweat
Off your important brow, a thick sweat
Born from hard working, hard thinking,
A sweat most Americans will never

Experience. I could see you there gripping the gas
Pump, standing tall in your notch on the American time line,
I could see you and if I could I would walk up to you and say,
Thank you.

Poetry week continued...

Here's a poem written about the time Dayton and I first said "i love you".
I subjected this piece to the class which is to say I stood naked in front of a group of strangers and asked them to critique me.
It went really well, all the criticism that it got I felt was very useful and so changes have been made and here is the final product.


Thursday Night I Love You

A red truck moves light down a stretch
Of road. The driver, a boy, casually
Speaks to the girl beside him
While their fingers play tag; the girl
Wrapped in sweats brushes lazy hair
Out of her bare face. Red flashes
As the truck moves down new road,
Coming to a stop under the spotlight
Of her driveway--she has picked her moment.

Love was something she spoiled in the past;
Tattered, worn, and common with use,
She resolved to pack it up tight
For a special occasion,
Preferably in the rain
Like the movies where they yell
Through wet clothing.

The red truck produces the sounds of
Goodbyes—kisses, and I’ll call yous,
But all is silent when the girl unwraps
The gift she had hidden in her mouth
Since the street with no lights.