Posted by: Becca on: November 24, 2008
By Your Side: Tenth Avenue North
Why are you striving these days
Why are you trying to earn grace
Why are you crying
Let me lift up your face
Just don’t turn away
Why are you looking for love
Why are you still searching as if I’m not enough
To where will you go child
Tell me where will you run
To where will you [...]
Posted by: Becca on: November 24, 2008
I’m about to start my 2nd glass of $4.49 sparkling white wine in hopes that I will feel like cleaning the kitchen AGAIN. I have been baking and baking today. That is so funny if anyone reads this and knows my level of domesticity. Anyways, you know, you get to the point where you kind [...]
Posted by: Becca on: November 20, 2008
I have signed up for Contemporary International Poetry in Translation for next semester. Ah. And one book of poetry to buy, $17.95. Ahhh. Sweet blessed wonderful thing.
This is my motivation for doing that 12 page bibliographic essay. And the paper revision. If I can do those things and make a decent grade in that class, [...]
Posted by: Becca on: November 13, 2008
You are just as taken care of as you always were. That has not changed. God is no smaller just because you got bigger.
You don’t have to feel stress about _ you can not feel stress about _, you have that option. Stress about _ has been weakening you. Choose. You choose. Always exercise your [...]
Posted by: Becca on: November 13, 2008
it’s just writing it out is my way of acknowledging, challenging, facing it, for myself, processing always, developing…the more I do this, the easier it gets to put it here instead of in a paper journal, hidden in drawer, tied with a leather strap, or on scraps that I lose…although, to be fair there are [...]
I don’t think I’m in the right place.
I wrote a blog last week regarding the attitudes of people following the election. I felt good about it, but as soon as I posted it, I had a million other things to say, ways to wrap it up how I wanted. I also remembered why I don’t talk about things like that with people, [...]
Posted by: Becca on: November 10, 2008
Okay, so I’m going to start with this: My sister gave me incense as one of my birthday gifts. The one I picked to burn tonight reminded me of some time between 6th and 7th grade. For all practical purposes, I could probably just label this time as “before”. It wasn’t before sickness or death, [...]
Posted by: Becca on: November 7, 2008
I miss you, I miss you, I miss you. And I can’t tell you, because you’re not here. I mean, you’re here, in this world somewhere, but you’re not here to tell, you’re not reachable. And maybe you mean to be unreachable, or maybe that’s just timing or maybe it’s me. I’m unreachable. It’s always [...]
Posted by: Becca on: November 7, 2008
i titled it “precarious” for a reason
it’s amazing how chains and weights, cellophane, fog, the deprivation of….whatever it is that’s not there can feel so heavy and lay you out so fast, even though it’s an absence – the hole is apparently heavier when unfilled.
