Saturday, April 10, 2010

I don't understand scooters... yeah.. the razor kind.



I have not blogged in an eternally long time... luckily the love of my life is exquisitely talented at keeping up in the world. From now on... we should call this blog RACHELkortney blog. I am choosing to blame my lack of blog art on randomly jumping a jet home to Texas a few weeks ago for spring break. Since then I have not been on the computer. I like to think of it as a healthy technology fast. Truth be told.. I simply have not wanted to get my computer out of it's case... wait for it to boot up... and then watch it die every time i move my very sunburned yet freshly shaved legs... (I need a new battery). As opposed to Rexburg which just had a snow storm... Texas is blissful 75 degrees. My entire family is out of town.. which leaves me in our home in the country... alone for the weekend.. being spooked by any and all noises.. namely the cats jumping off things... (or attacking my leg out from the corners.. damn cats are the devils creations.. as well as serpents.. just for the record), washing machines starting, and my personal favorite..creepy branches scratching the creepy windows. Ew. What can I say.. I'm scared. Besides that... the south is wondrous as ever... I am currently listening to George Straight while painting in my underwear. Something about home makes me put country music on.. which i actually hate.. and relive my child hood with my mom's crazy rancher relatives) Be jealous.

In the past six months.. there have been many a happening. Much time to reflect as I've blogged about a million times.. and may a thing to remember and learn from. I have yet to decide my favorite mode of expression. Sometimes I paint.. sometimes I take pictures.. sometimes I cry...and sometimes I write. Here you go Rach...

'It Passes All My Understanding'

So much to say- Nothing to write.

Storms bring strength... or so I've been told.
Dead end impatience breeds respect for time,
Struggling with the concept of no reason or rhyme.

Natural men see nothing but ONE heart.
How do I escape the darkness?
How do I set ME apart?

Anecdotes and feel good lines... ever flooding space.
Foggy disillusion blankets thorns with sugar...
Hiding from it... each man turns their face.

Truth- connected to an unmistakable ring.
I feel it. My heart beats. My mind wonders.
How will I incorporate each truthful thing?

It it passes all my understanding.


'A Little Scribbling'

We are wanderers in a strange land
Animals struggling to sink or stand.

Empathy or pride.. which do I choose?
Will I decide to walk in his shoes?

Attempting to balance between my mind and divine intervention
My fears I rarely dare to mention.

'SUMMIT'
Summer 2009


It all makes sense. Every Challenge, every desire, every fleeting feeling of familiarity.
Suddenly flashing back..through the Earth's solidarity.

Golden Rays Reflecting off what once was water
I stop to breathe in the pine
Remembering what truly should stand as my leader.

The clouds above... symbolizing the all knowing
My eyes fill with tears as the heavens begin snowing.

Snow capped summits surrounding my stance
The Earth and it's inhabitants- not created by chance.

Hiking forward through thinning air
My gratitude rising.. I feel his care.

Struggling to find my footing on a loose bed of shale
I raise my head and spot my rail.

Air becoming cold, skin becoming pale
Looking down into the valley... afraid to fail.

As I step to gather much needed lung fodder,
I spot a lake of turquoise water.

My mind is changed, my heart is softened
Taking in the color, the air, and the tree
I realize it's all older and wiser than me.

Rising off my knees to continue my hike,
Scraped and tired
Wondering what it will be like.

Digging into the shale to grasp my balance,
I hear assurance
a vote of confidence... negates my deterrence.

I see the end- I've reached the summit
Thinking back to the journey...
and the tender moments...grateful I did not recompense.
I UNDERSTAND THE PLAN.. IT ALL MAKES SENSE.

This is the end of poetry hour..
Here is a nice picture to illustrate my thoughts.
Party on sweet grasshoppers.

PS. Only in the South will you find a church named New life Discipleship Trinity lighthouse Jesus Church.


Glacier National Park...

More entertaining pictures to come.Hold your horses.


9 comments:

  1. Whoa that is one long post...my hand gets achey after a paragraph! Love it though :) Oh I cracked up just reading your about me ... *adore*

    Love love love,

    Erin

    xx

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  2. that was a very beautiful post :) lovely blog. x

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  3. Beautiful writings and I love the picture.

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  4. Woah, that was some fair reading. Lucky I was sat here with a cuppa. Worth it though....
    Don't know whether to party on as a grasshopper or hold my horses? Eeeeek :-)

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