The Blogger Hath Returned!

I'm back! And alive. And less weird. Well....no, scratch that last part.

I'm currently in my home store (933 will ALWAYS BE MY HOME STORE), just settling in for a few hours of heavy duty thinking. I have a lot of it to do: stories, marketing, moving, wedding, LIFE. I'm armed with a notebook, a journal, the laptop, my printed copy of Found, and a tumbler filled with a Grande Vanilla Chai Half The Chai No Water No Foam Scoop of Protein.

I WORK AT STARBUCKS.

(No, really, the scoop of protein makes it creamy and a little eggnog-tasting-ish. It's delicous.)

Plus two of my faaaaaavorite people are working, so yay for that :D

Work is the same, except for when it's not. We have three new people--not one, not two, but THREE--and they're all reading or training or barring or ringing at different times, sometimes all at the same time on the same day. Oh, and there's two new shifts going through their training, and one not-as-new-but-still-new-ish shift being trained on closing instead of opening...and yesterday had ALL OF THEM DOING IT AT ONCE. Six people training in different things at more or less the same time...oy.

There's not a whole lot else going on...most of the excitement in my life is centered around either other people, with life throwing them opportunities and challenges, or A Song of Ice and Fire, which has swallowed me whole and will get stuck in my head for hours just as well as any song.

Now, off to the LISTS and STUFF, but I'll leave you with some scribblings I just found in my notebook, something that will make a certain parent pretty happy...


If I

Maybe if I broke the inky silence
with a dull light
of humanity
night wouldn't feel so closed

Maybe if I lived
instead of existing
plodding through
someone would hear the footsteps

Maybe i I prayed
in the moment
and not years later
I would see through the distance

Maybe if I loved
that spark of humanity
with a little more of myself,
not yours,
it would light

Maybe
if I stopped
it would finally happen


Prayer Stones

Burning embers
embedded in the ceiling
pressed by my hand
scarring my faith into my fingers

so every meal
every ritual
every turn
bears your weight

embossed in my palm
your proof, your belonging
your words in my tongue

collecting together
like marbles,
leaves,
raindrops,
burning stones
embedded in the ceiling


800 Miles

The tunnel of nighttime
carved out by my headlights
stretches for miles
hours
days

you are farther away
than 800 miles

you are a heartbreak away
a broken promise away
a drastic decision

I carry the weight
of that distance
slumping my shoulders

every step
is one million too short

every day
is not enough
closer

I wish you were closer

the tunnel
of my headlights
the days ahead to you
just stretches on
and on
and on