EYES

Look into my eyes
tell me what you see
then I will let you know
if what you see is me

I hide behind myself
so scared to expose
the feelings that lie inside
the feelings that no one knows.
July 29, 2003 12:24  p.m.
One day at a time,
For this is enough.
Do not live in the past,
for it is gone...
And do not be troubled
by the future,
for it is not here yet.
Live in the present
and make it so beautiful,
that it will be worth
remembering.
ELECTRICAL STIMULATION
August 1, 2003 12:57  p.m.
MAY I TAKE THIS MOMENT

To listen to my self
Turn off mind's chatter
Silence the voice
That interrupts prayers
And hear the rush of spirit's release.
May the soft sweet mumur
Of childhood's singing
Reach down deep
Into religous unknown
And find love waiting
To show me the way.
August 5, 2003 9:22  a.m.
September 2, 2003 12:03 p.m.
Mirror Mirror

Do you like what you see?

It's been a long time.  I am so busy these long cold days that I seem to have forgotten the one thing I need to remember the most.  Where has everyone gone to?  Well even when I am not busy I seem to have no time to do anything...there basically isn't enough time in the day to accomplish all that needs to be done.  One day soon, it will come.  The end of procrastination and forgeries.  I will finish what I start.
I really like the kitty so I'll leave him there and give im a name.  I shall name him Rupert.
September 3, 2003 4:30 p.m.
ROLL THE DICE AND SEE WHAT COMES YOUR WAY.
Live eachday like it's your last.  Because some day it will be.  Tomorrow may never come...
September 22, 2003 11:55 a.m.
Imagine this, little white girl planning on being a teacher someday, enrolls in a class where it is required to have early in field experience.  So this little white girl puts in her request to be placed and it takes about two weeks and then she receives an email.  And (drum roll please) here it is, my wonderful school that I will have to spend 16 hours in "observing" these wonderful children, so eager to learn.  WestWood Heights Elementary. Don't get me wrong, I know I will have to teach diverse populations but come on people, give me some diversity to work with here!
September 25, 2003 5:12 p.m.
Depression is like love: It is a state of mind that overwhelms and distorts the senses; the whole world looks and feels different.  But whereas love seems to inbue all the molecules of the earth with a heavenly light energy, depression increases the weight of the world until finally it is too dark and too dense to stand up to.  The self loses its value in such an atmosphere.  The depressed person is but one more grain of sand washed up on and endless, meaningless beach.