“Learn to light a candle in the darkest moments of someone’s life. Be the light that helps others see; it is what gives life its deepest significance.” – Roy T. Bennet

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Unpopular Opinions

Doughnuts and bacon are disgusting.

Cars are a frivolity and people should walk more often.

Kids aren’t angelic. They are rather mischievous, actually, and don’t always mean well.

Brown and black do, in fact, go together.

Dessert is unnecessary.

Long lines can be enjoyable.

Not everyone has to marry and not everyone has to have children.

Women can be breadwinners (and men can do housework).

You don’t have to stretch before a run.

Bread doesn’t make you fat.

Rainy days are the best days. I mean, you don’t overheat when you run! Amazing!

You don’t need to go to church every Sunday and Wednesday. Sometimes, the physical church can be detrimental to your spiritual health and growth.

Help isn’t always helpful and it is okay to tell someone “no”.

The customer is not always right.

Toilet papers rolls should be placed so that the paper comes from underneath. It is easier to rip off and keeps people from using too much.

Anything to add?

To Those That Worry About My Health

Every week, I am met at some point in time with the question/statement, “You’re eating enough, right?”

My answer? I can never eat enough. I am a breastfeeding, ultra-running, metabolism-of-a-teenager mom and I am ALWAYS HUNGRY. I wake up and eat right away and I go to sleep dreaming of what I will eat tomorrow. When I run, I think of food. When I relax, I think of food. When I eat, I think of food. I get seconds, thirds, sometimes fourths. Free samples are the first thing I beeline to when I walk into Costco or Trader Joe’s. Yes, I barely weigh 100 pounds at times but I am trying my best and, man, you don’t even know how hard it is for me to gain weight.

But that doesn’t mean I am going to give up running or even decrease my mileage. Just please, please, please stop questioning my health because I hear it all the time from everyone I know and your overwhelming concern is becoming overbearing. Did you know that I can eat half a bag of Costco trail mix in one setting? Can you? Stop talking to me about my weight because if I said anything about yours, the world would be in an uproar.

Please.

And thank you.

Awkward Moment #199

Pushing a stroller around town nearly every day is not something most people do. I run with it, walk with it, get groceries with it. My child rides front seat and I have to stop and go on his whims.

Anyway, today after an eight-mile run we had to get some bread. I stopped at my old place of work, Great Harvest Bread Co., to retrieve some sourdough. Now, pushing around a stroller has made me creative at opening doors. When heading out, I use my behind to push the door open and hold it open as I swing the stroller around to face it forward again. Sometimes a person jumps to hold to hold it open for me, but, honestly, I’m normally fine on my own.

So this little old man thought he would help me out today. I was already halfway through the door and he was on the other side of it. He asked which direction I was headed – left or right. I told him left and went to continue out. Then, for some odd reason, he went behind the door and because I was holding it open to get out, he ended up squishing his head between the open door and the wall behind it! I immediately removed pressure off the door and apologized, albeit a little confused. He stood there looking a little befuddled, and didn’t say anything, so I said sorry again and walked away quickly. I nearly laughed. but felt that would be rude since he was only trying to help. I honestly have no idea what he was trying accomplish by going behind the door that I was opening, though.

Sometimes pushing a stroller around town has its awkward moments.

Cover

When we wait outside

We get drenched by little misty clouds

And crouch in spheres to hide

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We are facing trunks

The trees that own them bending over

And joining in our huddles

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It rains in sheets

When they wrap you up in your bed

We dare the escapees

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They run too fast

The wet sinks to the frozen bones

We doubt they will ever last

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Sometimes “Enough!”

Is all you can really say to the sky

And that is all

© 2011 singinthebreeze.wordpress.com

Shadows

Forgotten places I went through

Every end starts something new

Where I am is lost on you

Maybe letters don’t go this far

With the voices in my head

Saying get up when you’re rested

But if I sleep I’d miss the best parts

And you’d miss my face if you were searching

In the shadows I fall too

Nothing left but claims of truth

Withered hands holding steady

On the rails of happy stories

I admit I can’t look away

Mesmerized by wheels of the ancient

In the shadows I fall too

Nothing left but claims of truth

Charm deceits and beauty’s fleet and

I’m wide awake most every night

In the shadows hide the whispers

All about you, not about me

In the shadows I fall  too

Nothing left but claims of truth

Solitude

big is the night

that brings out your solitude

and leaves you hoping for another

dark is the light

that gives up its innocence

and leaves us wondering where we are

calling the names that never come

holding the hands that never warm

fighting the battles never won…

great is the fear

that strives to be seen again

when everyone desires to forget

small is the faith

that hides at the very thought

of living without wishing to belong

dancing the steps that always end

saying the words that always bend

crying the tears that seem pretend…

big is the night

that brings out your solitude

The Dancers

They dance with the sweat flinging from their limbs

They dance to impress invisible faces

And their own are as stones

Immovable, without emotion

And they spin with the ferocity of lions

Not only sweat, but paint

Dripping, dripping

They are dark like the night

Twirling in the skins of their kill

They are dangerous like the night

The blood of the animals still upon them

And they shout

And it screams to the soul

Pushing past the boundaries of the body

And back out again

Like a blinding light it escapes

They feel it

You feel it

And you dance

© 2011 singinthebreeze.wordpress.com

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