Garden of Flowers

Wandering along a path in a bustling forest

I hear birds chirping to one another in greeting

And squirrels chattering from tree to tree

A lone badger snuffles about the bushes looking for fallen nuts

Life is social, harmonious

Cohesive

Turning to the right

My feet sense a change in the earth,

An array of scents fills the air

That intrigues me with my nose

And my eyes as I take in the colourful sight

Of a garden split down the middle by a dirt path

As I approach, I feel emotions

Exuding from the petals of the flowers and plants

A story

From which rises their division

On one side, there grows a bush of blackthorn sloe

Right at the edge of the dividing path

Swollen blue berries puffed up

Twisting branches creating difficulty in seeing beyond

Stubborn and uncooperative

Buttercup entwining around the roots

Small and childish

Full of naïvety and empty of maturity

As the shoots remain small and refuse to grow taller

Candytuft grows in puffs of pink and white

Off in her own corner

Indifferent to all else but herself

Never concerning with the other plants

Content in her uncaring lack of interest

On the opposite corner, yellow carnations

Blossom in disdain

Rejecting the others

Finding faults in all who are different

In their ideas and habits

Hydrangeas flourish in their blue bunches

Frozen in their demeanor

Growing in sheer vanity

Lost in their own beauty and self-righteousness

Close by, the narcissus

Her white petals spread wide

Cradling the golden center

As if she is God’s gorgeous gift to all life

Fascinated in her own blooms

Refusing to love anyone but herself

In an erotic obsession

A mock orange bloom delights in deception

Creating illusions and pretending

To be what he is not

When you trust him and move in for a closer look

He wilts away from you

And the Snapdragon with her vibrant warm colours

In red, yellow, and orange

Bulbs also cupped in deceit

Ready to presume and judge

Condemning all other ways of life

Loyal only to her own kind      

On both sides grow two chestnut trees

Independent and off alone

Growing in opposite directions

Bending and shaping away from each other

Both feel wronged by the other

Thickening their trunks in thoughts of injustice

Turning to the other side of the split garden I see

Purple anemones huddled slightly away from the others

Saddened by feeling alone and abandoned

Forsaken by the companions she once knew

With the zinnia and her red blossoms

Remembering those who had left

And the times of happiness once shared

Yet there are a band of flowers that grow together

Artemesia, light green and nearly white

Standing steadfast and dignified

Refusing to relinquish her standards of morality

And courteous manners

With the cloves and their bulbs

That know when to restrain themselves from lashing out

Holding back, affirming their decorum and self-respect

Sheltered among the others resides the hibiscus

A vivid and brilliant beauty

But very delicate and fragile to the words and actions

Of others against her

Nearby sweet alyssum

Purple and white that despite attractiveness

Shows worth that beauty could never compare to

In her intelligence and well-meaning

Fennel, in yellow star-like blooms

Shows a quiet strength

That endures through this division

With the reassuring support from a cactus

Hardened from past wrongs

And remaining brave and steadfast

Throughout her life

Still the dirt path separates and divides

And the cyclamen

In her outstretched and cupped petals

Gives one last plea to the other side

Before resigning to the fact that times have changed

Never to return to how they were

The moments have been left behind

In the abyss of the past

Only leaving the path forward to the future

I nearly finish my walk through the path

Heavy with their emotions and accounts

They share with me

When I look down

And see growing

In the middle of the dark brown path

Yarrow

Gold and blossoming

Ripening with healing tenderness

I gently pluck a tiny shoot

And bring it softly to my nose

Before resting it delicately against my chest

Comforted that all will be well in time

And I continue

Returning to the forest once more

On my way home.

©JLThomas11262010

It is Time to Say Goodbye

It is time to say goodbye

These years had their moments

Good and bad

Happy and sad

Joyful and depressing

With laughter and tears

Conversational and silent

You said you knew me

You understood me

You loved me

But

In the end

That is not how it was

Maybe

Maybe it

Maybe it was

Maybe it was true

Maybe it was real

Maybe it was

Maybe it

Maybe

Yet

Something tells me that

It was an illusion

A dream that we experienced

And lived in

Swimming in the sea of dreams

When I was underwater

A few years ago

I noticed something blurry above me

I could not see what it was

But it brought about a longing

Within me

To discover what lies just beyond the surface

So I slowly and blearily started floating

Up

And you were still suspended above the sea bed

Dreaming

I began to hear strange muffled sounds

And my desire to find out what

This mysterious shape above me was

Suddenly

I felt something grab me and pull me upward

I broke the surface of the sea

And gasped as air filled my lungs

Breathing in a completely new world

That I used to know but had forgotten

I delight in this new way of seeing

For it is what is real

What I can touch

Not something I simply imagine

Now I look back down into the waters

And see you still lying below

Eyes closed to the sun

I know now that you are still asleep

And you have always been

Even when we met

I have always been with you

But it is not my responsibility to wake you up

Now I live in the sunlight

With fresh cool air upon my face

That I can breathe

In the arms of my beloved

That I can feel

With every fiber of my being

I wish you well

Despite all

It is time to say goodbye.

©JLThomas1122010

Thoughts from a Zen Master

A Zen master once said that water is of one essence, but if it is drunk by a cow it becomes milk, while if it is drunk by a snake it becomes poison. In the same way whether life is blissful or sorrowful depends on our state of mind, not on the world. So we must seek to transform the mind, to bring it into the awakened state, and this requires at the outset great faith, faith in ourselves and in the latent powers of the mind. The second step in Zen Buddhism is great doubt (dai-gi-dan). The method of Zen is very scientific. In science we are told never to believe anything unless its truth has been demonstrated experimentally. Zen takes the same stand. We are not to believe anything blindly; rather we must demonstrate its truth to ourselves.

~Thich Thien-An

Tugged Heartstrings

Here I am, taking a little break for lunch before my first class in my second term of this semester. My Conducting class was canceled this morning, which added a little extra time for me to relax, settle, and get re-accustomed to being on my own again. I kissed my love good-bye and won't be seeing him again until the end of this year.

Let me rewind quite a ways, back to before Fall Break even started.

The few weeks before break were stressful and difficult, to say the least. All the doctor's appointments and feeling sick, combined with classwork and rehearsing, really took their toll on me. I was burnt-out and in desperate need of time to settle down, relax, and not do much of anything. When 7pm on Friday the 15th rolled around, I took a deep breath and just let myself exhale my first 8 weeks of stress out of my system and take in the freedom of 9 days vacation. Of course, I had to clean up my room and get it organized for Health/Safety Checks and the arrival of my boyfriend to stay with me for the final portion of my week off. Guess what? All of my boxes are put away, all of my books and papers are pretty much organized, and all that remains on my floor to put away is a bag of laundry that I did at my mom's place! Do you realize how big of an achievement that is?! This is the cleanest and most organized that my room has been since I moved in. Which was... 9 weeks ago. I'm proud of myself!

My boyfriend arrived last Sunday, and it was wonderfully amazing. Well, it always is; no surprises there. I make myself laugh sometimes at how giddy and sentimentally in love I am. Especially when the time for him to come draws closer and closer. I probably annoy my friends around because of how much I talk about him sometimes. What can I say? I'm hopelessly in love with him! It comes in the job description as being in a relationship, at least in my book.

That being said about me being so happy that he came, Sunday beginning at 5pm was not a good time at all. Monday I was scheduled for a double whammy of a colonoscopy and endoscopy, so I had to drink this absolutely horrid prep drink every 10 minutes as quickly as I could. The two of us played a game of Lord of the Rings Monopoly, and he kicked my bum. I've never played so serious of a game before! And it lasted ages. The perfect game when you have to get up every few minutes or so to go to the bathroom.After taking half of that nasty stuff, I couldn't keep it down any longer. Even a tiny sip would cause me to have to run to the bathroom and vomit it back up again. The good news is that I was finally able to bring something up again.  For the past month I had been nauseous but nothing would come up. It took 6 hours, but finally my system was as cleaned out as it would ever be before the procedures the following day. (This is probably more information than you'd care to know, but oh well. You're going to have to go through this same procedure when you turn 40 or so. So there.)

Monday morning was not fun either. I could not consume anything since midnight, so I was dehydrated. Not too hungry though since for the past while no food would agree with my digestive system.

(It's time for a break. I will return after my classes today. Stay tuned.)

My mom, J, and I headed over to outpatient surgery, and I did the hour of preparation before the procedures. It was so sweet how the two of them went in to wish me luck before they rolled me away. And so J came up to me and gave me a nice kiss, squeezing my hand, and sending me loving energy. One of the nurses whispered in my ear how cute he was. It's nice to hear people say that. Of course, he's the most attractive man alive! Thankfully, I was given an anesthetic, so I was off in dreamland whilst everything was done. Then I woke up groggy and ready to try and eat something. The doctor came back and said that according to the pictures they took of me, I have a beautiful intestine and esophagus. I'm not quite sure I agree about the attractiveness of my insides, but I trust his judgement. He's a doctor specializing in those kinds of areas.

For my first real meal in quite a few days, we went to Denny's, and I had a nice and filling Grand Slam. It was too much for me, and my digestive system made me suffer afterwards, but it was yummy.

The days ensuing weren't too monumental. My love was a wonderful help while my mom was working, and we watched some pretty good films. Wednesday we ate out at a nice place in the historic area of where I live and shared a great meal of chicken teriyaki, rice pilaf, salad, rolls, and crab rangoon.

Thursday evening, J and I ventured back to my apartment on-campus. It was our 1 year and 7 month anniversary! We went to the Chocolate Bar down in the city and shared an awesome meal of bread and cheeses. And these were not standard cheeses. Nope, they were delectable and not commonly found (in this country, even). The people I live with enjoyed his company which is nice, since he'll be coming back to visit next semester for Opera Scenes and my Junior Recital. We discovered the amazingness that is the Lord of the Rings card game and watched more films with friends.

Every time we're together, he rejuvenates and refreshes me. I put my crazy, stressful life on pause (while still trying to keep in mind what I have to accomplish after he leaves) and surrender to our embraces. Our strong hugs, wide ranges of kisses, and just plain silliness mean the world to me. We may not always get along, and we typically have some kind of conversation of conflicts, but challenges such as those have only made us stronger and better at learning how we can understand and respect one another. I'm still learning patience with him and his second love, computers and technology, and he's still learning about my complicated emotions and buttons that can be pushed. There is still so much that we can and will learn about each other in the future.  My confidence and trust in him and our relationship are steadily blossoming and opening up to new levels each time we're together and re-connecting.

Saying good-bye is very difficult. I go through this period where I can't help but cry knowing that there will be quite some time in between our next visiting one another.  It's not so happy, but I pull through. I've had time to release my emotions and then get back into the swing of classes and rehearsals.

Tugged heartstrings are blessings to me. They help me to really connect with my emotions and feel all the aspects of love.

Love and Blessings to you,
<3 Me

10-10-10

It could very well be a magical day today! Who knows? And there will only be two more chances in the next two years that it will match. The world will have to wait about 100 years for this to happen again. Oh, the mysterious possibilities!

This week is the final week of my first 8-week term of my third year. Time has flown by, and I'm very grateful that it has. Plenty of stressful and not so nice situations have come and gone. Some still linger, unfortunately. For nearly three weeks, I have been feeling sick and experiencing abdominal pain. My mom has taken me for tests (doctor visits, blood tests, x-rays, ultrasound, and HIDA scan) over the past few weeks. As of right now, there is no conclusive diagnosis of what is wrong. It really frustrates me, especially since I'm missing so many classes to take tests that don't help us come any closer to the problem. At least we're ruling out possibilities. It got to a point where I was getting used to the constant pain, and I didn't let it bother me too much. Well, this past Thursday, I took a HIDA scan, and since then, the pain and discomfort re-magnified itself. This Wednesday, I'll be seeing a GI doctor. Let's see what he comes up with. I have a very small window in which this can be taken care of. My Fall Break is the week of October 18th. That's the very best time for tests, surgeries, or whatever to be done. If nothing happens, I'll have to deal with this for the rest of semester. I can't afford to keep missing classes and thus having my grades slip because of health problems beyond my control.

It really stresses me out. That's a bit ironic because this whole health problem could have been caused by stress, anxiety, and pushing myself too hard. Unfortunately, negative stress is a very bad habit of mine. And if I don't learn more efficient ways of managing it, my health could just get worse. Life isn't going to ease up on me. I'm just going to have to ease up on life and try to take time out of my life to relax and immerse myself in tasks that I create and love. If it has to be at the expense of homework (like my French composition that I should have submitted on Thursday), then so be it. I don't think I will look back on this very moment, and sigh to myself, "Oh, I wish I had submitted that composition on time. My life would have been so much better if I had." If I even remember the exact date it was due, that'd be amazing and a little sad if I worked myself up over turning in something late.

My best friend and love of my life will be here in less than a week to visit during break! I am so excited! Alas, we both haven't been feeling well, and his car's breaks need repairs badly, but we are going to make this happen! He lives about 180 miles away, and we aren't able to be together in person very often, especially with his life up there and my life as a student here. We get together as often as we can during my time off school. Otherwise, we have to rely on phone, computers, and (once in a rare blue moon) letters to keep up communication. On the 21st, we will have been together for 19 months! It's amazing how long we have been together, and we see many more months (years, even) in the future. He is the most wonderful man I could ever ask for, and I thank God every day that He brought our souls together.

I should probably make myself productive on my homework now. My mom will be meeting me soon, and we'll be heading out to see a piano recital performed by one of my amazing faculty members at the university.

Wish me luck with everything!
Love and blessings be with you!
:)


<3 Me

Sweet Words

I wrote this during a class today, just letting the ideas flow.
Enjoy!

Oh sweet words that make me think of thee
Causing me to shudder with hopeful longing
Filling my breast with lovely breath
That I would share with your lips
In an unending moment of bliss
Resounding throughout time
Where nothing exists save through thought and space
Joined as one body, heart, mind, and soul
Existing solely for each other
With no outside forces barraging our haven
Of protected loving safety and comfort
Always

<3 Me

 

 

Movies I Will Never Be Able to Stop Watching Thus Far...

1. The Fountain
2. The Lord of the Rings Trilogy
3. Un Long Dimanche de Fiançailles
4. Amélie
5. Paris Je T'Aime
6. Pan's Labyrinth
7. Inception
8. Avatar
9. A Beautiful Mind
10. Gran Torino
11. Blood Diamond
12. The Patriot
13. 300
14. The 10th Kingdom
15. Dîner des Cons 
16. Pirates of the Caribbean Trilogy
17. Moulin Rouge
18. Tristan and Isolde
19. Slumdog Millionaire
20. Eastern Promises
21. Remember Me
22. Atonement
23. The Town
24. The Dark Knight
25. City of Angels 
26. Edward Scissorhands
27. Ever After
28. Finding Neverland
29. All Harry Potter films
30. A Knight's Tale
31. Live Free or Die Hard
32. Joyeux Noël  
33. V for Vendetta
34. X-Men Trilogy
35. Braveheart

<3 Me

Full-Time Woman

I've come to some interesting and crazy revelations about my life.

Throughout my entire life I've put myself into so many different situations, especially pertaining to academics, activities, performance, and leadership. I thrive on having projects to work on and always have to be accomplishing something, learning and growing.

Being a third year in university is really bringing out the stress and busyness of what I have to do in my life as a student. I was a nerd and actually calculated how many total hours in the week I am spent in classes and rehearsals. Basically 24 hours. An entire day, sitting in a classroom, learning, and singing. This doesn't take into account practicing or homework outside of class. It doesn't count eating, sleeping, and spending time resting and recuperating. This means a whole day doesn't exist for me to relax. The other six days of my week are spent doing everything else and catching up. It's mind-boggling.

It frustrates me sometimes when people complain about being bored and have nothing to do. That's not true at all! There are so many endless possibilities! The mind can create so many ideas of something to expand on and learn! When someone says they're bored and having nothing to do, it's almost as if they're too lazy to think about what they could be doing. It's a waste of time to be bored. Every second in life is precious and shouldn't be taken for granted. How do you know that something might happen in the future that changes your life forever, for better or worse? You can read, write, watch a movie, listen to music, draw, play an instrument, and so much more! Everyone has so many talents they can develop! Why spend your time complaining that there is nothing to do?

This leads me into another frustration of mine...

(Of course my stupid keyboard decides to magically erase a nice, lengthy paragraph that I had written... Let's try this again...)

Due to my life as a student and well, as me, I can't always make time for everyone and everything that people want me to do. Prioritizing is such a complex concept to me, especially now that I juggle eleven classes worth of practicing and homework. Thank goodness I have days between classes so I can actually accomplish what I can! But I can't do and finish everything when others want me to. I wish I could do everything people want me to do. I wish I could take time and listen to everyone who wants to chat with me. It's not possible for me to do everything I'm supposed to do and make everyone happy and satisfied. All too often, I don't finish papers or homework on time. That doesn't mean I never finish. Of course I do! My personality doesn't tolerate not finishing tasks. (Except certain ideas that fall out of interest and are replaced with better ideas.)

Unfortunately, there have been friends and family in my life who have either gotten angry at me or hurt because I couldn't fulfill what they wanted me to do. I've been called everything from selfish, egotistical, self-centered, vain, and many other words about how I don't care about other people. These are not true. In fact, they're pretty contrary to how I feel about others. If I could, I would reach out to everyone and make everyone happy and never have to worry about being thought badly of. But life in this world isn't perfect. I've really been learning about myself and how it's important not to let words and negative thoughts of others affect me as a person. Sure, people get jealous, angry, sad, and frustrated with me. Do I have any control over how they react? Nope. I can learn from what they say about me and try to do better next time. If they get all pissed off at me and hold a grudge and gossip, spreading slander about me with falsities, then I'll just have to accept what they say. It's not as if I can keep them from thinking about what they do, even if they're lies and distortions of the truth. When I'm on Facebook, there are many times when people start chatting with me, and I'm actually needing to hurry off and get to a class, meeting, rehearsal, recital, homework, you name it. Sometimes I have less than an hour to grab something to eat between classes, and I hop on the computer for a quick update. And when I tell the person(s) that I have to go and can't talk, they feel hurt because I can't take the time to listen to them.

Honestly, when I say that I'm busy and I'm not able to talk at that moment, I'm telling the truth. It's not about avoiding someone or not caring about them or being selfish. It's about how much that I have to do with a limited amount of time to do it. There's no need to be angry with me because of this.

I certainly am making up time for my blogging break with this long entry! Ah well, you're getting a peek into my hectic and crazy life. It's never boring. If anything, I need to work harder to relax, if that makes sense. I can't control the world as much as I would prefer to. I can only control myself and how I choose to respond to outside influences and circumstances.

And now it is time for me to get back to my homework! I have a French Composition to write, a section of another French novel I'm reading to finish, piano to practice, and a musical piece I need to memorize!
Wish me luck!

<3 Me

Realizations

1. I've come to realize that my boobs…

…are quite amazing but will always pose a challenge to the world of fashion due to their size and my hips/waist ratios.

2. I've come to realize that my job...

 …will always bring challenges and demands on myself but will be satisfying along the journey.

 

3. I've come to realize that when I'm driving...

…I get really frustrated with the stupid drivers out there who don’t follow the traffic laws and also nervous that I’m going to be in an accident.

4. I've come to realize that I need...

 …to forgive the people who have traumatized and my past as well as forgive my mind and body for not being perfect.

5. I've come to realize that I have lost...

…a significant portion of insecurity about myself and the fear of failure. (There’s still more to overcome, but I’ve progressed so much over these years.)

6. I've come to realize that I hate it when...

…people are ignorant, intolerant, disrespectful, cannot forgive and progress from the past, break my trust in them, refuse to open themselves to alternate possibilites, etc. 

7. I've come to realize that if I'm drunk...

 …I shouldn’t be because it’s dangerous for me.

8. I've come to realize that money...

 …breeds greed, hoarding, corruption, and ruins the lives of good people that simply cannot live because they don’t have it.

9. I've come to realize that people....

 …have so much more to their story than what they show to the world. Some are selfish, thrive on the misfortunes and gossip of others, and are cutthroat, but many want to help make their surroundings a better place.

10. I've come to realize that I'll always be...

 ...the intelligent, compassionate, beautiful, generous, trustworthy, loving, and spiritual woman that I am. I shouldn’t have to change and detract from my inner strength in order to satisfy others.

11. I've come to realize that if I drunk dial people...

 …that I wouldn’t be me because I’m never drunk and wouldn’t call people if I was anyways.

12. I've come to realize that my mom...

 …is the strongest and most compassionate woman I’ve ever known. She deserves so much more than how people treat her.

13. I've come to realize that my cell phone is...

…a lifeline to the outside world.

14. I've come to realize that when I woke up this morning...

…I slept later than I have for the past couple of weeks.

15. I've come to realize that last night before I went to sleep...

 …I had worked extremely hard yesterday and deserved the comfort of my Memory Foam mattress and clean sheets!

16. I've come to realize that right now I am thinking about...

 …all that I must accomplish before I wake up tomorrow.

17. I've come to realize that my Dad...

…is my father, and he loves me. He just has a difficult way of showing it to me in his words and actions.

18. I've come to realize that when I get on MySpace...

 …I secretly want messages and comments praising my musical talents as a singer and lots of listening! (http://www.myspace.com/jennaenil)

19. I've come to realize that today...

 …is a new day open to many possibilities! I should relax but keep in mind all that must be accomplished before I go to lessons and class tomorrow. And I need to finally finish cleaning, organizing and decorating my room!

20. I've come to realize that tonight...

 I will relax, maybe watch a movie, read, meditate/pray, and go to bed satisfied.

 

21.I've come to realize that tomorrow I will...

 …play the piano well, speak French amazingly, sing beautifully and learn new ways to be a better vocalist, learn new ways to use my mouth and tongue, and do a boatload of homework for Wednesday.

22. I've come to realize that I really want to...

 …be with the love of my life in person and open my mind further to new possibilities!

23. I've come to realize that the person who is most likely to read this will be...

…anyone who cares to.

24. I've come to realize that life...

 …is a gift, and I should live it while I can to my absolute fullest so I do not pass on with regrets.

25. I've come to realize that this weekend...

 …has been great fun and is a wonderful blessing.

26. I've realized the best music to listen to when I am upset...

 …are the songs/pieces that magically relax me and make me fall in love with life all over again. 

27. I've come to realize that my friends...

…love me and care about me. They deserve to know how much I appreciate them. 

28. I've come to realize that this year...

 …has been a crazy adventure with ups and downs, and it will only have more coming soon!

<3 Me

Not So Pleasant Dream

I had a dream Saturday night that was more vivid and actually quite disturbing than my usual, albeit not very often, times I dream:

A group and I were running from an army of evil approaching. We ran across a fenced-in field to an old chapel to take refuge. Once inside, we knew that the evil ones would be able to enter our sanctuary. We knew in our hearts that we were not even safe in that house of God. Looking out the windows, we saw rows upon rows of demonic soldiers making their way down the path to the chapel. The leader was like the Devil himself, similar in appearance to Lord Voldemort from Harry Potter. We were all standing and sitting in the pews fearfully as he took over with the help of his minions. A man I knew as a close friend was on my right and whispered that if I knew the seven special numbers and spoke them aloud, the Evil One would be defeated. I looked around and saw on a hymnal the number 45 and felt intrinsically that was one of the numbers of power to defeat the Devil. But I was afraid of saying aloud, afraid of what might happen if I shouted that number aloud so all could hear. Would I be tortured? Killed? Someone somewhere in front of me shouted out a number, and I could hear demons screaming as a part of the Evil was destroyed. Emboldened, I called out 45, and the Devil looked right at me. He said that I was not wholly human, but he didn't mind that. He approached me with a gleaming eye and sneer, reaching out and caressing me from my cheek to my breast as if he wanted me to be his concubine. I felt so sickened. My friend next to me said in defense that I was his wife, but the Evil One just laughed. Then the Devil had his minions bring seven random and innocent people aside in full view of the entire chapel to set an example of them if we continued to call out numbers of power. I had a sick feeling inside of me that for every correct number of power we called out, he would murder a civilian....

...And then I woke up to the sound of M vacuuming the living room.

Wings

She is born into a world,

Wide-eyed with wonder.

Gazing up at the vast sky

And all life around her.

Smells overwhelm,

Colours fascinate,

And the taste.

Oh, the taste of leaves and flowers

In her eager mouth.

She absorbs everything with eagerness,

Fattening up on life’s pleasures and delights.

One day, she cannot move.

Trapped, encased, imprisoned,

Screaming to get out,

To leave this choking Hell

Where darkness reigns

And the light is lost.

Time answers her call

As she slumbers deeply,

Building a budding strength inside of her

For when she is ready

To set herself free.

Her hands reach out against her cocoon,

Pushing with all of her might,

And slowly a pinprick of bright peeks through a hole.

The warmth invigorates her and gives her the strength

To break free from her chains of bondage

And emerge with wings.

She will let the sun dry her tears,

Allowing the blood to flow through her veins

With new power;

Wisdom that the world ever changes.

Even the smallest butterfly can soar to the heavens and live with all of her might.

©JLThomas08302010