a product of work boredom.

"I CAN FLY"  By: Me

I've flown before.

I know
I know
I can't fly.
It's impossible,
right?
To fly one needs
Wings
That are aerodynamically
Sound
Shaped just right
Weighing the perfect
Amount.

But still
I've flown.

I've been in the sky
Alone
Just me and my wings
I've felt the rush
Of the wind beneath.
I've changed my direction
From north to south
I've even tasted
Bugs and butterflies in my
mouth.

But it's impossible,
right?
To fly one has to be
A member of a species:
Bird, insect, spider
Some crazy reptile,
Flying fish, sugar glider.
You have to be made
To fly
To soar.

But I've got to argue.

To fly, really fly,
there's so much more.
To fly it takes inner
Strength.
A hope and belief that
The sky can be reached.
An inner desire to feel
What it is to
Be out of this world
Off of the ground
So far away
From every sound.

You can sit and argue with me,
"You cannot fly!
You've never seen
the earth beneath
On your own
Apart from a window seat!"

But I know
That I've been
Way up high.
I know that
I have been
A part of the sky.

For you see
I have flown,
In dreams,
All on my own.
It's when I close
My eyes
And fall into deep sleep
That I spread my
Wings
And fly.

hobbits are real.

My sister had eleven pages left of the first chapter of J.R.R. Tolkien's The Hobbit when my mom began to get excited about hobbits and dwarves.

That's when my sister looked up and asked sincerely, "Are they real?"

I giggled, not intending to make fun of her thought process, but because I wanted to (and almost did) reply, "Yes. Of course."

Of course, there are such things as hobbits with furry feet that live in a beautiful and magical place called The Shire.  Of course, there are such things as wise wizards and dwarves and dragons.

Beneath and on and under and in between the pages of a book are creatures and adventures and entire worlds.  In fact...

In Cornelia Funke's Inkspell, Orpheus explains, "This book taught me, once and for all, how easily you can escape this world with the help of words!  You can find friends between the page of a book, wonderful friends!  Friends like you, fire-eaters, giants, fairies..." 

And Mo teaches Meggie that "[s]tories never really end . . . even if the books like to pretend they do. Stories always go on.  They don't end on the last page, any more than they begin on the first page . . . Isn't it odd how much fatter a book gets when you've read it several times? . . . As if something were left between the pages every time you read it.  Feelings, thoughts, sounds, smells . . . and then, when you look at the book again many years later, you find yourself there, too, a slightly younger self, slightly different, as if the book had preserved you like a pressed flower . . . both strange and familiar."

My sister was right in her thinking.  I hope she continues to believe in hobbits and learns to love jumping into the pages of books just like me.

 

 

one step closer.

I officially heard from the Journeyman Program yesterday evening!  An email was sent to me at 12:33pm, but I did not get a chance to check my email until 8:14pm last night.

The email basically gave me this exciting news....
-We have considered your application among many and have chosen you as one of the applicants to be invited to the October conference.  Congratulations!  You will receive more information soon.
-This does not guarantee that we will place you in a job position, because we are not sure if your background and experience will fit our current needs (as of October).
-We are excited to meet you, although we feel we know you so much already from your application!

Hooray!
It still hasn't hit me yet that I am one step closer to knowing what the next two years may hold for me.  I am really excited!  But I am not getting too overly excited yet, as there is still a possibility that I may not get a job.

But...
I'm one step closer.

And right now, that's enough for me.  :)