What if

What if
I told you
that sometimes
just for a moment
I could see the future;
that suddenly,
it wasn't a dream
or something I made up
inside my head
but something tangible and real.
Something...
that I could wake up to
in the morning
close my eyes to at night

What if
I told you
that the future
is now;
playing out in front of us
like some beautiful
yet complicated dance

What if
I told you
that what I saw
was the simplest
most breath-taking image
i've ever beheld

What then?

The Little Things...

=)

If there is one thing I've learned in the short time i've been in Michigan it's to appreciate the little things.
Today some of my best buddies and I went to the grocery store. We split up, each seeking out different food items. As I was walking down the "pop" isle (I don't remember what it was really called), 2 tiny girls were jumping up and down and giggling in front of me. There wasn't any obvious reason for their excitment, nothing exciting was happening in the grocery store, yet their smiles lit up the whole space. I couldn't help but smile. It's not possible to re-create something so sweet and innocent.

Somewhere in the world a man realizes how beautiful his wife of 50 years really is, a little boy learns how to spell the word "jump", a new mother holds her baby in her arms for the first time, and a frightened young woman suddenly realizes what being in love really means. Underneath it all, we are all innocent. Sometimes it just takes a little bit of time and a lot of looking to see.

Beauty always pops up in times and places you least expect it, like in the grocery store, or in the middle of a terrible day, or in the last week of a summer you couldn't wait to end. That's when God knocks on the back door of your consciousness and says "See? I told you I know what i'm doing."

huh..

For a minute there I almost thought I had it all figured out.

Descartes.... *sigh*

So...

If thinking is the only way I know I exist, then I must not exist as much as Descartes did..... Well maybe you're all figments of my imagination, but this chocolate sure isn't, and by gosh i'm going to enjoy it without wondering whether it's really broccoli or a brick... or a piece of wax... *rolls eyes* I sure hope Descartes wasn't married 'cause midway through sex he'd suddenly be like "you don't exist."

And then she would kill him.

I'm going to... do... something.... something that doesn't involve Descartes in ANY way....

*giggles*

Song

I have called you children, I have called you son.
What is there to answer if I'm the only one?
Morning comes in Paradise, morning comes in light.
Still I must obey, still I must invite.
If there's anything to say, if there's anything to do,
If there's any other way, I'll do anything for you.

I was dressed embarrassment.
I was dressed in wine.
If you had a part of me, will you take you're time?
Even if I come back, even if I die
Is there some idea to replace my life?
Like a father to impress;
Like a mother's mourning dress,
If you ever make a mess, I'll do anything for you

I have called you preacher; I have called you son.
If you have a father or if you haven't one,
I'll do anything for you. I did everything for you

~Sufjan Stevens, "For the Widows in Paradise, for the fatherless in Ypsilanti", Illinoise