Thursday, December 20, 2007


WEll, my references all passed the test, I passed the interview, and now sat through training.

The instructor was FABULOUS! So witty and obviously in love with what he does; the training was perfect (exactly what I needed, and not one thing more then necessary)and he made it all relevent, light-handed (even with some more sobering topics), and humerous.

I highly recommend volunteering.

Other then that, my CPO designation will have to wait till january. Darnit, and I had those buisness cards all made up;
"Michelle Ernst, BA. CPO. Solider of fortune and Outrageous liar"

Last big thing being christmas. Can't wait for family to arrive, then the holidays really start!

haiku two

painful cord
no sword could ever

"Thief" he says; say I,
"Think not of value judgements,
but of needs met."

The bright sky’s eye sees
Our bodies wrapped into twine
The world sees one eye

lucky cricket
tangled bed sheets
one and two are i

Tuesday, December 18, 2007


try out my hand
clapping out the syllables
make me sweat

sun on fat drops
lick the water pavement
perfect peace

we paused for stars
short hours later
metal dead

change and hope
glass and fruit
chew carefully

Tuesday, December 11, 2007


Christmas soon!

A pithy thought to mull over mulled cider:
Do you ever have difficulty figuring out if a question is rhetorical or not?

Seriously though, there is one saying which never fails to confuse me;
"That which does not kill me, makes me stronger."
Where do bubble-baths fit in? They don't really do either. Or chocolate chip cookies? I propose a change,
"That which does not make me stronger, kills me."
In the respect that if something is not helping you improve, or grow, it is slowly contributing to your downfall.
Boy. I feel smart today. :)

Tuesday, December 04, 2007

Anthem of a Reluctant Prophet

New novel I'm reading. Very well done.

Sometimes, when things strike me, and change, it doesn't ever really feel like I'm changing. It feels like I'm being reminded, remembering. Like a dance I was taught years and years ago, and my body is just remembering the steps. Being introduced again to an old friend, falling into the easy pattern of familarity. Like life is one long connection, the circles coming full, making sense only later. I wonder what else this dance holds?