So I recently spent some time reading my old journals, notes and doodles...wow, it's always such a trip down memory lane. I do enjoy journaling (and blogging), epically being able to go back after long periods of time and reflect on how I was feeling at another moment back in time. My archives begin around 8th grade and continue on through High School, college and beyond. While my writings are about the most private and sacred treasures I hold near and dear I am thinking about sharing certain snippets on here. On this gray, dreary and rainy day this poem I wrote (while on a bus back to OR from LA) back in the summer of '98 is just what I need...enjoy.
Mt. Shasta
In her majestic, steep sides
I feel her power
White snow glistening in the
hot July sun
How do you stay so cool, Shasta,
while we all ramble, blind, in
the heat of the days...
Glimpses of you fade in and out,
but oh...the power you exert is
enormous.
I want to perch my soul on your
summit and fly away into the
cool, green beauty of
Oregon.
~7/26/98
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