everything we see has the potential to teach us something.

when i was young,
absolutely no one i ever knew or met was named dawn.
and i hated my name.
i would ask my parents why on earth they ever named me dawn?
i learned my father was the culprit.
he named me after a belly dancer.

hmmm.

but as i've gotten older,
i've begun to embrace my name.
i guess you could say that i've grown into my name.
and sometimes it can be pretty fun.
recently, i was just thinking of all the fun things i could do with
the word dawn.
that i could actually interchange dawn with myself.
and all the things that i can do, be or describe.
like:

the me of a new day
the break of me
the crack of me
it me'd on me
me of the dead
the me of reasoning
the me of a new age
the me of a new era
the me of a modern age

and finally,
me. i cut the grease out.

not such a bad name afterall.
even if it did come from a bellydancer.

i'm not dead yet

i'm very nearly dead, but i'm not dead yet.
i didn't go on a vacation.
nor did i have any catastrophes in my life
or get eaten by a bear.
i didn't get kidnapped or
win the lottery.
i didn't tumble down the hole and have a fantastic adventure.
i didn't break any bones
or have any traumas
i didn't float away on a balloon
or get lost at sea.
no.
i
just
haven't
been
here.
i've been everywhere else,
but not here.
and i apologize.
because i have been quite slack.
majorly slack.
i get an A+ in the class of slack.
not that i've been slack in other areas of my life.
because i haven't.
and let's face it, we're all busy for gawd's sakes.
so i just don't even go there. naw, just plain not making this a priority. let's be honest. the photography thing and the life thing? they're taking my time. and as much as i enjoy this space, i do tend to take it for granted.
like now.
so that's it.
nothing earth shattering.
nothing that you can forgive me for.
just me.
being me.
not dead yet.

i want to laugh more heartily
when my world gets too serious.

i want to sleep more soundly
when my world gets tiring.

i want to think more logically
when my world seems chaotic.

i want to live life larger
when my world gets too small.

i want to reach out more often
when i feel i don't have anything left to give.

as i walk down the street
all the dogs
line up in their yards
to comment on my passing by
they run from one end of their fenced existence
to the other.

the sentries of suburbia

fortune cooke thursday

tell me
how far does the sky reach?
do you think that clouds ever feel competition with the sky?
maybe they show off just a bit at times?
for they know they can't compete with sky's limitless reach
to me though, they make up for it
with their dramatic allure.