Adrenalin Junkie

Keep going.

Keep pushing.

                    Just one
                                 more
                                          length,
                                                    minute,
                                                                kilometre...

A trip to the theatre

An old factory made to do.
Shabby looking and rough around the edges.
Fringe.
My favourite.
I drink in the smell:
paint,
dust,
sweat,
adrenalin,
anticipation.
I've come home.

A day off

I wake at my leisure,
soft cotton caressing my cheek,
my arms, my feet.
A chorus of birds underscore the moment
as the sun peeps around
the edges of my curtains.

Time to let the day in,
throw open the windows,
drink in the fresh breeze.
A refreshing taste of the
spring that is to come.

Real life

For once I do not bury my head in a book as I commute back and forth, going about my day. Life bustles around me, life that I normally miss while I'm viewing a made-up place through someone elses eyes.

A not so pleasant discovery

Each night while I have slept
An army has been secretly invading,
Creeping slowly but surely up the wall.
I have breathed in their spores -
Their spores that attack my lungs.
Upon discovery, I have defeated them,
Wiped out their entire legion.
And now, I retire to the infirmary
A wounded, but victorious soldier.

Small Stone (potentially plural if you think about it)

Little glass droplets strung on a necklace -
All my favourite colours captured in one place.

More a penny than a stone...

A big, shiny, copper penny
Tumbles through the air and lands
At my feet.
On impact my eyes are opened
To a part of me that
I have not seen before.

The One who dropped it
Smiles,
Nods His head.
"Finally, you get it,"
He says,
As I realise
I'm standing amidst
A sea of pennies.

An early morning stone

My alarm rings for the umpteenth time,
It has succeeded in pulling my whole house
From their slumber
But I stay firmly rooted under the duvet.
Dread is running laps in my stomach.
If I close my eyes it will go away,
Let me dream just a little more...
But there it goes, ringing again.
Time to accept the inevitable and
Face the day.

A stone for a new beginning

I have everything I need to put my life in order:
The resources,
The intentions,
A plan.

The only thing missing is the willpower
To succeed.

Small Stone for today

I race against the clock to get to the close:
To know the last words,
To tie up all the threads and
Know the outcome.

Elated to have reached the conclusion
I shelf these characters who've become
Part of my world,
Feeling something close to guilt
As I choose some new, yet unknown friends
Over my old companions.

A rather large small stone

A day of favourite places.

Back to the institute,
Surrounded by minds hungry for learning.
The calm of the library -
The rat-a-tat-tat of frantic fingers on communal keyboards,
A room full of shelves that are bursting with wisdom and knowledge.
My personal preference when it comes to soup for the soul.

Back to the cobbled fruitmarket
Where rain trickles and
Heels clip clop like horses.
Where crowds cheer and clap,
Where I search to no avail
For Eliza Doolittle.

A day of favourite places.

Small stone January 12th 2011

The expectation in their eyes burns through me and cripples my already fragile heart.

Small Stone 11th January 2011

An empty fridge begs to be filled and so I make my trip to the supermarket. I screw up my face as I wait for my balance at the cash machine, not wanting to see but needing to know how dire the straits are. A breath of relief. It's do-able. It's definately do-able.

Bliss

picture courtesy of sfcenterparcs.webs.com

I've been a little on the quiet side over the weekend as I've been away at Sherwood Forest Center Parcs at the Retreat to Advance conference run by New Wine (http://www.new-wine.org/). It was an amazing time of teaching, prayer, and worship and also a great chance to chill out with friends and behave very much like children. I think over the weekend we spent between 8 and 10 hours splashing about in the pool and battering our bodies about on flumes and rapids. It's full of memories to treasure... but so far my pockets are not so full of small stones!!! It seems when things get busy it's not always easy to remember to pick them up. At least not in any kind of form. My thought was to attempt to retrospectively create some now that I am back but I feel it may become a laborious task instead of the fun I had been finding it so here's just one...

The water weaves its way around bends and over mounds carrying me brutally with it. My body aches, but my heart sings as I whoop and scream, hearing my brothers and sisters whoop and scream in harmony around me. Children for a while we splash and shriek and remember what it is to be carefree.

Bliss.

Small Stone 6th January 2011

The cloud in my head is obscuring visibility.
The thunder in my stomach growls, "feed me!" but my head says otherwise.
Energy courses through my legs like lightning
With no way of being earthed
Because my feet have not yet had a chance to touch the ground.

Restless.

Small Stone 5th January 2011

Heart torn in two I say goodbye and check-in.
Fully glad to be going.
Fully gutted to be leaving.

Small Stone 4th January 2011

The smell of cigarette smoke hangs in the air, scratching the back of my throat. It stings my eyes blood-red and forces them to fill with tears that are completely devoid of emotion. What a beautiful way to wake in the morning...

Small Stone 3rd January 2011

"Kiss her!" shouts the little boy in front as if his life depends on it just as much as Snow White's.

Small Stone 2nd January 2011

I'm back in my garish teenage bedroom.
Things are exactly as I remember them.
Is it the dust or the memories bringing tears to my eyes?

Small Stone 1st January 2010

Starting this day feels like
Deciding what to write on
The first page of a notebook.
Pressure to start as I mean to go on.