Longest
Brightest
Strongest
Rightest
Always bringing hope when you return
Inspiring in me a fire that burns
A.Lamb 4/26/2011
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Free Verse
The light came through
the window
behind your head
dwindling towards the sea
I sat eating
you watched me
and handed me a napkin
We sat in silence
A smile spread
across your lips
I thought
Happiness could be nothing more
than
this moment.
A. Lamb 4/26/2011
the window
behind your head
dwindling towards the sea
I sat eating
you watched me
and handed me a napkin
We sat in silence
A smile spread
across your lips
I thought
Happiness could be nothing more
than
this moment.
A. Lamb 4/26/2011
Daemon
I wonder sometimes where the words get stuck. Days and hours and even years can go by in that purgatory place. The wall around the moat around brilliance is impenetrable until one day when I am sitting on the hillside throwing rocks into a river. The bridge comes down and like knights riding into crusade...the words come flying at me. Not at me really, more like, through me.
I don't even think the meaning and concepts are my own. They definitely get filtered through me. The ideas, even the words are translated on their journey through my brain... and body. I would liken it to a possession. In that moment, I cannot do anything but write. Maybe its more like sneezing. Your body cannot do anything else when it is sneezing. I feel a surge of adrenaline and a flash of knowing. I believe in that moment I am pulling from a larger consciousness a language I subconsciously understand or a puzzle piece that fits. Those moments have happened to me many times in my life.
I know that I should recognize how lucky I am to have had even one moment like that. The problem is that they don't occur very often. I cannot make a moment like that happen, and believe me I have tried. A very specific constellation of ingredients has to be in place. That is why its so rare.
A. Lamb 4/2011
I don't even think the meaning and concepts are my own. They definitely get filtered through me. The ideas, even the words are translated on their journey through my brain... and body. I would liken it to a possession. In that moment, I cannot do anything but write. Maybe its more like sneezing. Your body cannot do anything else when it is sneezing. I feel a surge of adrenaline and a flash of knowing. I believe in that moment I am pulling from a larger consciousness a language I subconsciously understand or a puzzle piece that fits. Those moments have happened to me many times in my life.
I know that I should recognize how lucky I am to have had even one moment like that. The problem is that they don't occur very often. I cannot make a moment like that happen, and believe me I have tried. A very specific constellation of ingredients has to be in place. That is why its so rare.
A. Lamb 4/2011
Monday, April 25, 2011
Acrostic
Rising to meet the unending challenge
Evaluating and seeking authenticity
Saying what must be said truthfully
Understanding weaknesses and limitations
Revolting against negativity
Relaxing into my destiny
Eating healthy and colorful foods
Considering the possibilities
Taking action now
Inspiring myself and others
Opening up and out
Never giving up and never giving in
Angela Lamb 4/25/2011
Evaluating and seeking authenticity
Saying what must be said truthfully
Understanding weaknesses and limitations
Revolting against negativity
Relaxing into my destiny
Eating healthy and colorful foods
Considering the possibilities
Taking action now
Inspiring myself and others
Opening up and out
Never giving up and never giving in
Angela Lamb 4/25/2011
Thursday, March 17, 2011
The beginings of a song...
I'm a fighter baby... even when I lose, I've won
I'm a dancer honey...the rhythm strikes and I am gone
I'm a walker sweetie...watch me stride out that door
I'm a talker lover...round in circles and your done
You don't know what you've started
You don't know what you've begun
You could wind up broken hearted
You could wind up on your own
Your a gambler honey can't you see the dice have rolled
I'm a tall dark stranger...there's no telling when I'll go
Your a soft lit night on a starry summer's eve
I'm a harsh early morn...and a cold winter breeze
You don't know what you've started
You don't know what you've begun
You could wind up broken hearted
You could wind up on your own
You have lost your way and you ask me for a light
I will show you to the shadows and lead you to the night
You are holding me in the hopes that I will ignite
I'm a fluid less lighter and I'm dim candlelight...
You don't know what you've started
You don't know what you've begun
You could wind up broken hearted
You could wind up on your own
AL 3/16/2011
I'm a dancer honey...the rhythm strikes and I am gone
I'm a walker sweetie...watch me stride out that door
I'm a talker lover...round in circles and your done
You don't know what you've started
You don't know what you've begun
You could wind up broken hearted
You could wind up on your own
Your a gambler honey can't you see the dice have rolled
I'm a tall dark stranger...there's no telling when I'll go
Your a soft lit night on a starry summer's eve
I'm a harsh early morn...and a cold winter breeze
You don't know what you've started
You don't know what you've begun
You could wind up broken hearted
You could wind up on your own
You have lost your way and you ask me for a light
I will show you to the shadows and lead you to the night
You are holding me in the hopes that I will ignite
I'm a fluid less lighter and I'm dim candlelight...
You don't know what you've started
You don't know what you've begun
You could wind up broken hearted
You could wind up on your own
AL 3/16/2011
Mundane Realizations ( writing to write) Getting out of my own way...
My workouts this week have been really tough. I have been experiencing a flip in my daily experience. For quite some time my workouts were the best and easiest part of my day...everything else being a struggle or a long silence. Don't get me wrong. It took me a while to get back into the swing of going to the gym on a daily basis. I started by doing a half hour on the treadmill everyday 5 days a week,then I moved to 7 days a week. Pretty soon I was feeling like that was not enough... I started doing 45 minutes everyday. That was satisfying but I felt like I could do more. So for the last few weeks I have been doing an hour everyday. Four or five miles a day. I can see the change happening in my face... my arms... my tummy. I can feel the change happening in my body and brain. This week however has been different...
This week... I have gotten enough sleep. I am on a creative roll... my days fly by and I am loving my life at home. So leaving for the gym...and a tough run has been less appealing.
They say it takes three days to form a habit and twenty one days to break one. I find that to be roughly true. I am definitely addicted to moving. More so than anything else... I feel high for hours after I walk or run or dance. This week has been a challenge though, I have been fighting myself. Just when I felt I was in a groove the tests...they came.
I have been realizing how closely my daily saga before the gym matches my life saga. It goes a little something like this. I start realizing I need to go to the gym today... the afternoon wares on. About 2 pm I start thinking I should go before the gym gets crowded and there is no parking. I have a moment of excitement and motivation knowing that I will be doing something great for myself and that I will be feeling incredible afterward, followed by an hour of resistance and exhaustion.
I start to say either to myself or to Justin that maybe I will give myself a break today... I am tired, I have been working hard or I don't feel well, then either out loud or in my mind I start to argue with myself. I realize how much better I will feel if I just do it. I never regret actually going... it is the not going that I regret.
Now...here is the best part. Lately... I end up going. Everyday. Even though I have to go through that whole process. Everyday. I go.
I realize that I am accountable to me. Only me. I realize that this act of going and fighting through discomfort and stress and exhaustion is truly the best part of my day. It is a way for me to triumph everyday. It is a daily reminder that I am important to me and it is a practice of learning to trust myself again. These are lessons I need. The simple daily act of working out for an hour is transforming my body... my mind and my life. It is my religion. It does not afford me the opportunity to flake out. The only one to suffer if I do that is me and I finally understand that in a very real way.
This week... I have gotten enough sleep. I am on a creative roll... my days fly by and I am loving my life at home. So leaving for the gym...and a tough run has been less appealing.
They say it takes three days to form a habit and twenty one days to break one. I find that to be roughly true. I am definitely addicted to moving. More so than anything else... I feel high for hours after I walk or run or dance. This week has been a challenge though, I have been fighting myself. Just when I felt I was in a groove the tests...they came.
I have been realizing how closely my daily saga before the gym matches my life saga. It goes a little something like this. I start realizing I need to go to the gym today... the afternoon wares on. About 2 pm I start thinking I should go before the gym gets crowded and there is no parking. I have a moment of excitement and motivation knowing that I will be doing something great for myself and that I will be feeling incredible afterward, followed by an hour of resistance and exhaustion.
I start to say either to myself or to Justin that maybe I will give myself a break today... I am tired, I have been working hard or I don't feel well, then either out loud or in my mind I start to argue with myself. I realize how much better I will feel if I just do it. I never regret actually going... it is the not going that I regret.
Now...here is the best part. Lately... I end up going. Everyday. Even though I have to go through that whole process. Everyday. I go.
I realize that I am accountable to me. Only me. I realize that this act of going and fighting through discomfort and stress and exhaustion is truly the best part of my day. It is a way for me to triumph everyday. It is a daily reminder that I am important to me and it is a practice of learning to trust myself again. These are lessons I need. The simple daily act of working out for an hour is transforming my body... my mind and my life. It is my religion. It does not afford me the opportunity to flake out. The only one to suffer if I do that is me and I finally understand that in a very real way.
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