Saturday, August 18, 2012

words I wish were written for me

"I fell in love with her courage, her sincerity, and her flaming self respect. And it's these things I'd believe in, even if the whole world indulged in wild suspicions that she wasn't all she should be. I love her and it is the beginning of everything."

F. Scott Fitzgerald


Hummingbird


Why does the hummingbird hum?
Because he forgot the words.

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Dear Stuart, Jon, and Aferdit,

Why were we not better friends during high school?  Particularly my Senior year.  I feel like we could have been The Four Musketeers.  Anyhow, thanks for the fun and adventurous night!  Let's get together the next time we're all in town?  Great.

Love always,

Aubs

Saturday, August 11, 2012

On my porch


I had already dozed off when I was told to check my porch.  The most perfect surprise.

Caterpillar in the tree, how you wonder who you'll be


I am like a butterfly.  All about transformation, with beauty that is not immediate.  Still in my own cocoon, I wonder how my wings will look like when I immerge and where I will migrate to in my flutter and flight.
Everything is going just fine.  Then with no rhyme or reason, it is as if someone flipped a switch.  And I would rather have the stomach flue than live under the same roof.