This is the End...

My only friend, the end. I am glad that the end of the semester is nearing. I have enjoyed my classes but I have found that the most pleasurable one has been Drawing 1. Unfortunately, I will not be able to take any classes for fun next Fall or Spring and cannot pursue this further in the academy. It has been so much fun learning how to carve a figure out of shades of gray or create movement just through the shape of your lines. I will miss this class. Luckily, I have the tools to continue it in what little free time I have at some point. I have also started trying to bead again. It came back to me instantly how to plan the design for names, flowers and other shapes and figures but to my dismay my needle and nylon thread were very uncooperative. I was a little disappointed but I know I do not even have the time to start or finish such projects. I have had an increase in energy during the day through my morning jogs which is fun but hard. Unfortunately, I do not channel the excess in the right directions. I don't know if anyone listens to the Doors, you may have recognized my opening statement if you do. I will close with the same, a personal favorite of mine. "You've got the guns but we've got the numbers, we're gonna win yeah we're takin over, Come on!!!"

Jogging Around Cole Park

It is beautiful jogging around Cole Park in the morning. I went Monday at 7am (Oh my gosh I was up and active) but it was awesome. The ground was fresh, the ocean was calm as though resting from a busy night, and the sky was a mirror of the ocean. The blues and purples reflected back so perfectly I could only tell the dividing line in the horizon, between Earth and Sky, by the slight but discernible light of the sun. Here I will list a series of things I saw this Wednesday morning and think about whether these things are alive or dead:
The dried blackened banana peel
The fuzzy caterpillar
The steep 45 degree hill
The gradual writhing snake of a hill
The City park truck
The amphitheatre
The ambling sidewalk by the road
The shambling sidewalk by the sea
The people drifting around
The people secretly eating in their car
The people jogging around me
My red running shoes
My heart pumping furiously up the writhing hill
My legs leaping joyously down the 45 degree angle hill
My weary feet
The mullet fish jumping
The flock of seagulls nesting
The empty skateboard park
The headless toad body
The copse of trees where I found a headless toad body
The people driving by on Shoreline
The white whale, possibly Moby's cousin, that is now a child's plaything
The green green lush grass
The dusty brown dirt
Several park benches
The pier

I don't know what any of these things mean to you but they were interesting items to me. Life is a journey and everything you see has some value or meaning. Maybe my red shoes were dead but my feet were indeed alive within them.