can you guess which one is hank's and which one is mine? they are resting on my lovely, fashionably covered legs- leggings under running shorts...ew! it really is too cold to run outside without these layers though. it was a great run though, lots of hills. we celebrated with yogurt for dinner!
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Saturday, November 29, 2008
for as long as i can remember really loving literature, i have loved sylvia plath. throughout my undergrad career as an english lit major, i researched her like crazy. my coming-of-age seemed to find a new connection in every poem the woman wrote. to this day i find something new everytime i read one of her poems, and i am taken back to being 16 (oh the angst-filled teen years) and feeling like this women, this crazy women, really got me. granted, she did stick her head in an oven to kill herself, but as a teenager who really reveled in feeing depressed (it's when i wrote the best), sylvia plath was my it girl. and she still really does it for me. there's a poem for every season, every mood. here is one of my favorites. ladies just try not to feel depressed about growing older. old age rising like a terrible fish from the mirror everyday? yikes. this one is called mirror.
I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
What ever you see I swallow immediately
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.
I am not cruel, only truthful---
The eye of a little god, four-cornered.
Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.
It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long
I think it is a part of my heart. But it flickers.
Faces and darkness separate us over and over.
Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me,
Searching my reaches for what she really is.
Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.
I see her back, and reflect it faithfully.
She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.
I am important to her. She comes and goes.
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.
it's so weird being a teacher. all of my time is split into half-quarters, quarters, semesters, vacations...it makes my time fly by. this is a good thing, but also shocking when all of a sudden i realize that half a year is almost over, like i did this morning. so yes, christmas is almost here. the fifth i have spent with my amazing husband, but the actual first we have spend as a married couple. exciting!
i should also probably address the usage of this blog. i have had an active blogspot since last spring, but i decided to get rid of it and start fresh here. there are so many big life changes coming up and i want to, have to document them. i have had my livejournal since the nineties so i figure it is time to start something new. i will still post in the good ole lj, but that is more for personal stuff. here i am hoping to share inspiration, photos, want lists, things that make me happy, commentary on everything and anything. who knows if this blog will slowly become my main journal, but it's fun to have a clean slate and blank space.
here's to the new!