Beautiful Day

What a gorgeous day it is! I can't wait to go outside and walk the freshly made trails behind my house.
It likes to rain alot in Rochester, and though that fact is also why most of us who live here learn to like it, an exceptionally beautiful day is heavenly; a rare treasure for Rochesterians to cherish and enjoy.
Going out to soak up the sun and hoard some well-needed vitamin D.

Beginnings

"The Dream Weaver" is an old poem I wrote a couple years ago, and even though this blog is about new beginnings I thought it would be a good way to start my creative journey back to writing.

This coming year will be all about change for me. My boyfriend Dan is a Marine who has just deployed for Afghanistan, and while he is gone I will be finishing my senior year at SUNY Brockport. I don't know what I'll end up doing after that, sense I am an English major who has no plans of ever teaching. People like to point that out, sense they believe that English major - teaching = failure. Even though I am unsure of the future and how 'successful' I will be, I beg to differ.

I have spent the last six years enrolling in school, then dropping out, then taking breaks and swearing to never go back. I tried liberal arts for a while, then communications, and a concentration in literature to set myself up for a teaching career, but nothing felt right. Finally I switched my concentration from literature to creative writing. It was no surprise to me to feel like college was no longer a pointless endeavor. What I was studying finally felt right.

I had to accept that the only way I was going to see the point in finishing school was to do something that I love, and have a reason to do. I love to write, and even though I sometimes wish it were different, I cannot see myself doing anything else with my life.

I have a strong desire to be creative again, but with that desire comes fear of failure. It is so hard to face a blank page with no clue of where to start or how to express the ideas that are racing through your mind. But I have to start somewhere, and the only way I find out if I've still got it or not is to get to work!

The Dream Weaver

I fell asleep to chase the Dream Weaver,

Since then i haven't woke.

The world keeps on spinning

As I watch the lives around me grow.

Love is found, babies are born, Seasons change

And i am witness to it all

Because i can't stay on the ground.

'When will i wake up?'The old woman at the spindle laughs.

'Half in the world, always in the sky!

Life is made rich in the dirt my dear.

How can you hope to move on Earth

While you're running through stars,

Chasing The Dream Weaver?