dpp 8: diciembre ocho

night cravings

yello

saw this flower while up in indi. could not believe how beautiful it was. any idea what it is?

last week: roca, nebraska

last week was my first time

without a job (since september).

practicing with my aperture, the f-thing, and my iso. ma gave me a camera lesson.

matt had spring break

and we left for

our old home.

my expectations

of course

were

wambasted

(a word here that means: blown out of the water, as usual).

reaching up, up, up!

we were busier

than i had intended.

i have always struggled with

that problem

affiliating break with relaxation

nothing

being absolutely lazy.

just never happens.

(i need to start stifling that pipe dream).

mi abuela de amor

anyhow.

the week was different

more meaningful

in ways

i could not have imagined.

God created space for me to see

the lovely women

replacing mis pequeñas hermanas lindas.

nights.

so late

the clock hands reaching upwards

ma falling asleep on the couch

tata in bed.

the living room so warm

bodies draped

in pleasant, tired heaps

emitting whispers

and loud laughs.

my mind just gaped

not acquainted with

these new forms:

of woman.

marvelous unexpected snow!

my spirit felt blessings

trickling in

to reservoirs tucked

away

unused.

but brimming now

with an air of wonder

at these lovely

creatures stirring

at the feet of womanhood.

lights shown from

their eyes

and music from their lips

that i drank

hungrily–

excited with

the prospects

of new friends

never leaving

the last blooms of the amaryllis

 

 

 

yellow roses

so, this whole friend business is hard. it’s been a while since i have had someone i could call a best-ie (not counting that guy who lives here and garbles my food). not that i want a best-ie, since i feel that term is slightly prone to high school gals running around. but the term “bosom friend” (a term coined my the infamous anne shirley) is a phrase that sounds not too bad, something i would not mind.

anyhow, i had just been thinking in my nyquil drenched state of mind (due to a horrible cold) that community is tough. and friendships are tough. and maybe it just wasn’t worth the time to find/pursue a close woman friend. i feel slightly primal when it comes to close relationships (outside of my family and marriage). i don’t mean i cannot talk or interact with people, but to form a deeper relationship, i feel out of touch.

anyhow, God decided to help me out with my pitifulness and give me a head start on the friend track. there was a knock on the door last night. matt and i both thought the other had caused the noise to which i chided him to check the front door. outside, was a lovely care package from a new friend of mine: yellow roses (they’re so happy!), goldfish crackers (some of my fav and how did she know?!), mangos (my favorite fruit!), oj (every sick person needs some), some thai soups (delicious!) and a lovely card.

upon calling the before said lady, i thanked her and she said she knew how hard it was being sick without your mother. i cried and realized God was opening an opportunity for me to have a new and precious friend. praise jesus. he is so good.