My Cardboard Balcony

It has been a very nice, mostly relaxing week off. Yes, some of it may have been a little too low-key for my tastes - after all, I didn't exactly stray away from my little suburban hobbit hole save for when I took two college friends to San Francisco and then welcomed back a friend from her stay in Italy last Sunday (that day was awesome, by the way, save for the food poisoning). So I did get to see friends, and I did get to spend a lot of quality time with my siblings, and I actually cooked more than usual! Imagine that! With my busy schedule, it's hard to come home in time to make dinner for the family, so I only end up cooking once a week. But this week was an exception. My parents are in Southern California taking care of some things and seeing some friends, so it's been me, my sister, and my brother in the house. Without too much work overloading me, I've been able to chill, do some reading, continue writing, play guitar and sing a bit, and really consider the pa

New Horizons (Pave the Way) by Belinda Roddie Pave the way Pave the way to new horizons Roses smell so sweet In vast gardens on the new horizon   Pave the way All it takes is a staff of elm All grows beneath its shaft Pave the way with a staff of elm   Trees will grow Golden leaves will drip with dew So pure you could drink it Sit under the tree as it drips with dew   Close your eyes Colors fade from old horizons New ones you’ve trod upon Colors will arrive from old horizons   It takes no more than that But what’s left is hearts at bay And they will beat at what you do this day So pave the way The work you see here has not been edited nor altered since March 1st, 2008.

The talks had stalled, and the President of New Centranova was outside the office of parliament, smoking a pricy Red Spice cigarette. It had taken a literal wringing of the neck of the economics advisor to get these, and he was already feeling better about the less assertive replacement. He inhaled the zest and breathed out crimson smoke. Very relaxing.