Original Poem

Here is an original poem of mine, hope you like.

Today I heard a flower,
and it whispered me, your name.
I couldn't resist so I picked it up
and now present it to you.

Today I heard a Rose
and it sounded like a heartbeat.
It reminded me of life
and so I brought it to you.

Today I heard a tulip
and it echoed of dancing.
It taught me to waltz
so here I give it to you.

Today I heard a lily
like a splash in still water.
It told me 'just jump in'
and thus I hand it to you.

Today I heard a flower
and it sounded of love.
I couldn't resist so I picked it up
and now I give it to you.

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Voices of Feeling

      "How often the spell of beauty is rudely broken by coarse, load talking! How often you are irresistibly drawn to a plain, unassuming woman, whose soft silvery tones render her positively attractive." -Lamb
     I did not realize until the other day how true this actually was. I have a friend who indeed has an amazing voice. She sings at my church and also DJs at a local radio station from time to time. I heard her on the air the other day and I can only describe it as "sounding like she was smiling". It was only the weather but it just sounded happy. Because I hear her so often, I have become able to distinguish her voice from others fairly easily and I will say that I have heard few things on the radio quite as enjoyable as that smiling voice.
     Can you tell if someone is happy just by the way their voice sounds? I know with some people I can...sometimes.

Wit or Wisdom

          "Be rather wise than witty, for much wit hath commonly much froth, and it is hard to jest and not sometimes jeer too, which many times sinks deeper than was intended or expected, and what was designed for mirth ends in sadness." stated a C. Trenchild once.
     This could have very well been the defining statement of a debate I had with my self several months ago. Let me tell you. I moved into a new area and was taking classes and making friends with new people. Most of the other students had known each other for about a decade before I arrived. There was an ongoing joke to call one of the girls fat and tell fat jokes about her. Now you see, she wasn't fat at all and apparently that is where most of the humor came from. I asked around and found out they had been doing this for several years with no great objection from the girl, yet I could not discover why it made me so uneasy, troubled, annoyed, and even a little angry. I determined that It was not a direct sin for them to joke like that and I figured that it was not causing me to sin so I didn't know what was so odd. I finally determined what it was, I didn't want to joke like that, and I didn't want to develop the habit of ignoring people who joke and jest like that. I told them so and they were quite kind in granting my personal request to stop. You see I believe that "it is hard to jest and not sometimes jeer too"
     So what do you think? Do people need to just lighten up? Or should we all pay more attention to what we say about other people? Is it hard to jest and not jeer too?

Melodious Flowers

     I had the chance today to watch a young lady I know skip around and pick flowers in a small field. She told me later that she had decided, she wouldn't mind picking flowers even though they die soon afterwords, because 'she would rather be picked and live for a day with someone then to never be picked and live a week alone.' I must admit that she seems to always be able to make me smile.
     This is the type of interesting sayings that she would like. H.W. Beecher said, "What a pity flowers can utter no sound?-A singing rose, a whispering violet, a murmuring honeysuckle,-oh, what a rare and exquisite miracle would these be!" I enjoy word pictures like these which, contrary to the common 'a picture speaks a thousand words' mentality, rouse the mind from slumber and awake the imagination to new heights that I believe a picture never could.
   So tell me, would you rather be picked and live with someone for a day, or would you rather live a week alone?

Quote

     Jobyna Ralston was an actress in the first half of the 20th century. She once claimed, "There are few things that never go our of style, and a feminine woman is one of them." That is a fairly bold statement, more so now then even then when it was originally said.
     My personality on the Myers-Briggs test is INTJ. Now, men of that personality tend to be rather unrestrained by traditional male/female roles, but this is not the case for me. I honestly find feminine women much more attractive than the feminist raised, yell at you if you open the door for them women that seem to be everywhere now 'n days. This doesn't mean that I hate ladies who wear jeans just that I think the dress or skirt looks better most of the time. I am finding, however, that more traditional women are becoming hard to find.
     So tell me, was Jobyna Ralston correct? Are feminine woman always in style or do them come in and out like wide and thin ties?

The Point

     Now that I have spent several posts telling you basically nothing about myself I have decided to just do a short post that honestly just has observations about myself, about you, and life in general. This is probably the format many of my posts will take. Tell me what you think.
     In most people's lives they come to a point when they realize that they are a man or a woman, that their childhood is gone, and that the point they thought would be so great is now upon them. It's when they begin to change from saying 'I can't wait until this or that' and they start to say 'I remember when I was...' This change can happen in a flash in a moment like a bolt of lightning or slowly over years. I remember I came upon this point earlier in life than most. It was when I began to know what I didn't know.
     I recently had someone ask me, 'so what problem in the world do you want to fix?' I had to really think about it. I know what I want to 'be when I grow up' but I hadn't thought of it in a fixing way. I'm still not sure how exactly to put into words my answer to that question. I want to teach so perhaps I would say that instead of fixing something I want to keep them from being broken.
What problem in the world do you want to fix?

Who am I? Part 3

     I am as unusual as normal and as normal as unusual. Normal should be the majority but the majority of people think of themselves as unusual is some way or another. Unusual would them seem to be the normal, but if that is true then both normal and unusual lose their meaning. So I claim that I am normally unusual and unusually normal. I am quick to think, slow to act. I can be perfectly composed one moment and flustered the next. I am the one who shows no feeling and yet is moved the most, capable of great love and greater apathy. I am the common man you will only meet once in a lifetime. I am the dancer with two left feet who somehow still keeps time. I am the musician with wrong notes that still sound right. I am the the actor with no drama who still brings life to the character. I am the new guy who has been here from the beginning. I am the philosopher of old, who is now. I am the teller of tales that you can't hear, the singer of songs with no words. I am your quiet friend who simply smiles at you.
How are you unusually normal?