Cells and Sinew

Inspired by this fierce poem and this beautiful song.

Flesh and bones, cells and sinew:
Bits and pieces that make up you.
Turn off the TV; toss the magazine.
Look in the mirror: you’re a stunning queen.

Wild hair that frames an earnest face–
When wind catches it, it dances with grace.
Untamable, like the spirit inside–
Don’t pull it back; let it free with pride.

Breasts and vulva for bringing new life;
Intellect and espritthat can cut like a knife.
Cage the fear and put it on the shelf.
You are beautiful, she said to herself.

Things Whose Beauty I Will Teach My Future Children to Notice

This is the English version of something I posted on my other blog a few weeks ago. You can read the original in French here.

– birds singing, especially at dawn
– clouds that protect us from the fierce heat of the sun on a summer noon
– rainbows
– the timbre of pianos
– the smell of the pages of books, and of old books
– children’s laughter
– eyes full of wonder
– the sounds of French
– the stillness of the night
– the sound of rain on the roof
– the sweetness of berries
– the strength of trees
– the colors of autumn
– the might of storms
– the sound of crickets
– stars that hang from the sky in a cloudless night
– the scent of honeysuckle
– fireflies
– the delicate nature of flowers
– God’s mercy

Five Minute Friday: Lonely

This post is for Lisa-Jo Baker‘s Five Minute Friday link-up, where she posts a one-word prompt, and then eager writers ready to throw caution to the wind write for five minutes without overediting or overthinking. It’s simple and awesome. For more info, go here. Today’s prompt is LONELY.

Disclaimer: I may have cheated a little and gone over five minutes. I kind of lost track of the time.

I spend my afternoons exploring the neighborhood and taking pictures of rabbits and flowers in the field behind my house. I spend my nights swaying on a swing under the stars. I fall in love with the sunset as I inhale the sweet scents of summer. I watch in awe as the fireflies flicker around me and the crickets sing their song. And I’ve gotten used to doing all of this alone.

A friend recently asked me if I was looking for a relationship, if that’s something that I was looking for in my life right now. They told me that they wanted to wait until they got a little more settled, as they thought they might be moving soon. But for me it’s never been like that. I don’t really decide that I’m looking for someone or not. My outlook is that when it happens, it happens. I tried my hand at a free dating website, because I knew a few people who had used it and met someone they really hit it off with. But it hasn’t worked out for me, and honestly I find it all rather awkward. I can’t focus on finding someone with that kind of singularity.

I know that God has a plan for me, and I don’t know what that entails. I hate it when people talk as though if you’re looking for a mate, then that is definitely what God has planned for you. There are a lot of older, single people who would disagree with that, and unfortunately I think their voices are often not included in society and even in the Church. Sometimes we talk like everyone’s supposed to pair up (maybe this is less-so in Christian circles that mandate celibacy for clergy?), but you know what? The truth is that that’s not God’s plan for everyone (hello, Paul! Remember him?), and that’s okay. I’m not pretending to know what God’s plan for me is. I’m 27; I think there’s most likely a lot of plan left to unfold. And whatever it is, it’s going to be beautiful.

So yep, I’m a little bit lonely. Part of this is because I don’t work on my friendships enough, and I’m trying to change that. And I’ve recently become connected to a motley crew of lovely souls on the interwebs, and I look forward to sharing stories with them in addition to the people I know “in real life.”…

For now, I know three things: 1) I really do long for a companion; 2) I don’t know what the future holds; and 3) God’s plan for me, whatever it is, is good. And you know what? That just may be enough.

Now if you’ll excuse me, the stars are singing a lovely nightsong, and they’re asking me to join in.