Metaphorical Cartwheels

Lemons into Lemonade

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Shay and I had a blast volunteering this week with @handsonphx to help Arizona #getvaccinated 💉 It's definitely not for the faint of heart (we only sat down once for lunch during our entire 8 hour shift) it's still beyond worth it. Mad props to Shay for doing his shift overnight in the freaking RAIN and still having fun 🙌 As a thank you they give you a vaccine when you're done which is a MAJOR bonus. I highly recommend doing it if you can! (at State Farm Stadium) https://www.instagram.com/p/CMVqcAAnDjFcQzmWM21IF05ZboFg0FCrubMe1U0/?igshid=mluv24w2gyk3

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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #parentsvaccinated (at University of Arizona Campus, Tucson) https://www.instagram.com/p/CL51hcBHd4kdEk3ccdyTCY1V7dwxkI-kN_9m-80/?igshid=1r60e84ibd32k

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Happy inauguration day everyone!!!!!!! 🥳🥳🥳🥳 https://www.instagram.com/p/CKSn6JfHyijK85JvE3Di4GSf4OIvhzo-zrrjI00/?igshid=1s2dq8fc772k8

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His face...heart stolen. #spazdragon

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#aperfectcircle

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Happy Saturday everybody!

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My cat rules

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#goodwillgold (at Gilbert, Arizona)

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The Monarch Butterflies are flyin' on by

I raised some Monarch Butterflies once in one of those butterfly kits that kids in second grade can’t resist. Or at least I couldn’t. The idea of having a hand in helping something creepy crawly become a beautiful winged creature is a memory that has been firmly imprinted in my mind. Playing Butterfly God was a lot of fun. I remember taking great pleasure in being the sole factor that kept them alive. Without my constant supply of leaves, those butterflies would be up shit creek. I watched as they ate voraciously, as they cocooned and then cocooned some more - that process felt like it took forever. I was not the most patient of children. But one day they broke free of those cocoons, returning to a sort of infant like stage as they slowly unfurled their wings, clumsily falling off fauna in an attempt to fluff life into them. 

It was time to release them. I was not ready. They were mine in my mind; why couldn’t they live in my bedroom? Why must they be released into the big wide open? Things could eat them! They could die in so many horrible ways! Nevertheless, I took them to school on the appointed date to let them go, as all my classmates gathered around to watch.

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Love.

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L'amour est tout ce qu'il faut.

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Musing

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Coming up on a year. When I think about you being gone it stings just as strongly as the first time I was told about your death. But I've learned to smile too, when I think of how happy I am that you were in my life, and how lucky I am that I got to have you as one of my best friends.

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Once in a blue moon

This topic graces most blogs eventually - "I never write in this thing, I'm going to try to update more often...or at least write something right now."

The progression of a medium for self expression has grown wildly in the age of the internet. Practically anyone can say practically anything practically anywhere.

I find that I fall prey to feeling rather apathetic towards voicing my opinion or goings on unless struck by a wild moment of inspiration. "SHIT! Get me a computer right now I've got something to SAY."

I usually, you know, talk (gasp!) to those that I feel like relaying stories to. Unconventional as I understand it. However the allure is undeniable when given a space where I can aimlessly bitch about anything or post random shit (because internet). So here we are.

Things that I could use a bit less of :

People who can't own their own shit. It is not my fault you are where you are. Any obstacle you face in your life right now is not the result of some half baked plan I concocted to screw you over. Get over it.

Emoticons :) I use them all the time anyway. IRONY!

Feeling helpless in helping others.

Time management. I'm not the "best" at it...

My pets staring intently at nothing for a while and then, all of a sudden, "OH SWEET MOTHER OF CRAP WHAT THE HELL IS OVER THERE EVERYONE RUN FOR YOUR LIFE." Against my better judgement I sometimes attribute the culprit as being a ghost. Simply because, come on you guys, obviously.

Things that make me happy lately:

My job (with the exception of the first annoyance listed above).

My cat, who WINS. AT. LIFE.

Postcards from Kyle and letters from Martinez.

My fucking RAD family.

Any text I receive with proper grammar and punctuation.

Making anyone laugh. 

The act of laughing itself.

That is all. For now.

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What a marvelous night for a moondance...

I've decided to take advantage of how much I love my house while I can, before we move closer to the city.

My favorite time spent at my abode is during the night sitting on my patio bricks. I'm gifted a silence so deep and thick it feels like you move through it with every step. I've yet to find anything that comes close to this experience in phoenix. I will miss the lack of noise greatly, finding solace only in the promise I've made to myself to live somewhere else during my life that will grant me the same quiet.

There are nights when my desert does decide to release noise into the ether, it comes in the form of bands of coyotes singing to their pack or lone owls calling out to the blackness they hide in. I will miss those too. I will even miss the 'bump in the night' sounds, even though they usually chase me back inside. Many creatures inhabit this place, and that unknown rustle or unidentifiable scrape could herald something I'd rather not tackle with. It may sound silly to let the darkness send chills up my spine, but I'm not stupid. This wild terrain does not belong to me, it belongs to the rough and beautiful things that inhabit it.

I will miss the night sky that stretches infinitely all around me peppered with tiny glittering stars. When the moon is full the entire desert is lit, as if the universe forgot to snuff the candle that lights up the day. Those are my favorite nights, they feel special, as if someone is putting on a show for my eyes only. It's magical to see all of the brush and cacti and sand glow silver. I usually have to hold back the urge to just run into the painting I witness. Barefoot and naked, streaking underneath the moon.