let's see how long this lasts

So it's been three years since I started this blog and I'm sad to see I didn't keep up the pace of writing that I started with. I guess things got in the way...missing my friends back home, boys, too many assignments. I didn't want this blog to involve my personal/emotional life so I had to stop writing when that was all I could think about. How ironic that I had so much trouble being creative when my creativity and intellect were supposed to be developing at college.

Anyway, the point is I need to start writing again. Mandatory post once a week. Let's start today's.

I was just going through my pictures on my computer, which for some reason led to me going through documents. I have all these notes written to myself..which I guess is a good thing because I've forgotten about all of them. There are things I want to do with the classes I teach in the future..little projects and lessons about the world I guess; then there's one labeled "In 10 Years" with a small list of things I'd like to do when I have the husband and the house and the kids. Apparently that is something that will always be ten years away..I suppose I should change that title soon ("In 9 Years"). I can't tell you what is on this list but I hope I think of many more. Just re-read all my posts on here too so I guess I should add "frame the pictures of my children playing, not of my children posing" to the list.

I know it's going to take me a little bit to get back into the writing mode (something that will probably improve when school starts next week), and I'm getting distracted thinking about food. SO...here's an unfinished poem I also found on my compy. I don't know why it was cut off where it was but I remember starting to think about it on the way to the bus or something and not being able to write it down for a while. Maybe that has something to do with it.


a mushroom in the forest
wished to be a florist.
he resented weeds
and wished to please
the ostentatious trees.

he toiled all day at tilling
but the forest floor was not willing
to be pushed aside
for flowers that'd chide
the sun's inclination to hide.

at last he sowed one seed
and attended to its every need
until the morning an elm who'd had doubt
spied near his roots a small greenish sprout
and gave the forest an earth-shaking shout:

Gather around my fellow trees
and look at what I was sure could not be!
a sprout, like that mushroom wished to grow
it's here near my trunk but far down below
and at the spot where a seed he did sow

the oaks and pines they all bent far down
but all stood back up with a tsk and a frown
"what's could be there? oh there's nothing in sight"
"it just cannot be, it's a trick of the light"
and "wait! I think the elm tree is right!"

the oak pointed out how down in the mud
was a small shaft of green, a leaf, and a bud.
twisting their trunks, at the mushroom they peeked...