Prose and Poetry
Sixteen days into the new year and I have = just returned from a trip to my parents home in Johnson County, Kansas. Some meaningful things have happened, which have put me in a state of mind to consider destiny and direction.
While in Olathe, I dug deeper than ever before, excavating long forgotten memories resuscitated by sentimental artifacts from my youth. I perused letters from ex lovers, examined my collection of nametags from various places of employment during high school and college, and watched hours of home videos.
Quickly my visit was coming to an end, but with only a couple of hours left before my departure, my mom told me about a box of my grandmother's poetry which she had saved when my grandma had to be moved to a nursing home last summer. I had always felt a special connection with my grandma Irene, and when I was young we used to wrote poetry together and she was always eager to read my work. In recent years, I have felt guilty for not staying in correspondence with her. Curious, I dug through the box and took three of the books with me. Two of the books are fairly recent, dating from 2004 on, and mainly consist of lovelorn passages dedicated to her deceased partners, primarily the most recent; Ron B. The anguished words beg jesus to take her home to heaven where she can be reunited with him. The same theme recurs throughout most of the two recent books. One book I took is older, and I have yet to delve into it, but I am hoping for a change of topic, and more insight into my grandma's little understood universe.
Most profound of all, though, was the novel I read entirely during the trip, the bulk of which I accomplished in a six hour block while waiting for my airplane (delayed) and flying across the western half of the country back to Los Angeles late Monday night. The book has awoken something in me, rekindled a childhood desire to tap into the invisible world that is all around us. Coincidences, synchronicities and instinct combined to form a new level of awareness. Could this be the beginning of a new journey in life? I am thinking more clearly about the goals I want to acheive and the places I want to go (both literally and figuratively) and here's to hoping that I have found a new vessel to assist me in my travels.
While in Olathe, I dug deeper than ever before, excavating long forgotten memories resuscitated by sentimental artifacts from my youth. I perused letters from ex lovers, examined my collection of nametags from various places of employment during high school and college, and watched hours of home videos.
Quickly my visit was coming to an end, but with only a couple of hours left before my departure, my mom told me about a box of my grandmother's poetry which she had saved when my grandma had to be moved to a nursing home last summer. I had always felt a special connection with my grandma Irene, and when I was young we used to wrote poetry together and she was always eager to read my work. In recent years, I have felt guilty for not staying in correspondence with her. Curious, I dug through the box and took three of the books with me. Two of the books are fairly recent, dating from 2004 on, and mainly consist of lovelorn passages dedicated to her deceased partners, primarily the most recent; Ron B. The anguished words beg jesus to take her home to heaven where she can be reunited with him. The same theme recurs throughout most of the two recent books. One book I took is older, and I have yet to delve into it, but I am hoping for a change of topic, and more insight into my grandma's little understood universe.
Most profound of all, though, was the novel I read entirely during the trip, the bulk of which I accomplished in a six hour block while waiting for my airplane (delayed) and flying across the western half of the country back to Los Angeles late Monday night. The book has awoken something in me, rekindled a childhood desire to tap into the invisible world that is all around us. Coincidences, synchronicities and instinct combined to form a new level of awareness. Could this be the beginning of a new journey in life? I am thinking more clearly about the goals I want to acheive and the places I want to go (both literally and figuratively) and here's to hoping that I have found a new vessel to assist me in my travels.
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