Evolution of Dance

There are a few reasons I posted this:
1. 98 Million people can't be wrong when they say it's great right?
2. I confess to employing almost all of the dance moves from the 80's at one point or another
3. I love dance, and I love laughing so why not.

Enjoy!

Ahhh, life

First things first:
Happy 1st Birthday Merritt Jackson!!!! We love you

Next: Good luck with your essays Jenn- I know that you will be you and that will be just what they are looking for!

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I just feel so full of love and appreciation for all of my friends (cyber and non-cyber), my family and my community.

A Maple

I grew up marveling at the maple. I was so moved by her strength and openness. I built homes in the arms of the maple, erected castles where her massive trunk met the soft supple earth. Many a decree was uttered to the robins and box turtles from the fortified shelter that was her presence.

Thick and meandering like a snake’s body, the roots were woven in the highest layers of the earth. Her expansiveness was her way of building great foundations, forsaking the conviction required for single-minded depth. Did she wonder if the forest resented her for spreading out wide? Did she take so much earth for fear that her beauty and presence would be overwhelmed by the oak or evergreen?

In her leaves were the magic of the harvest moon, and the musty smells of a world in stillness, waiting for transition. In any moment she would set the forest ablaze in hues of red found only in birds of paradise, and oranges usually bestowed upon Southeast Asia sunsets. The Maple begged me to wait-to stay with her so that I could behold her in rapturous beauty, longing to be remembered in her most glorious moments, troubled by the inevitability of the days when the snow would fall and reveal her nakedness, imploring her to stop until she has no choice but to rebuild again.

The World I know

The World I Know lyrics

Has our conscience shown?
Has the sweet breeze blown?
Has all the kindness gone?
Hope still lingers on.
I drink myself of newfound pity
Sitting alone in New York City
And I don't know why.

Are we listening
To hymns of offering?
Have we eyes to see
That love is gathering?
All the words that I've been reading
Have now started the act of bleeding
Into one.

So I walk up on high
And I step to the edge
To see my world below.
And I laugh at myself
As the tears roll down.
'Cause it's the world I know.
It's the world I know.
know.. The world I know.......

Timorous

Fullness manifests into life
Expansion, contraction
Aching remains
Still and empty

Oh to only breathe shallow breath
Stirring only the faintest light
Eternal dusk

Last Night-13 years passed

An assault of rage shouting back from the mirror
Forgotten hope
The harshest of all truths

Beating rapidly suddenly it forgets itself
Weary from life’s broken promises
The final breath, an exhalation, a release

This life’s end ushered by a moan
Meek and powerless as the last air released from a tire
Death laughing ungratefully as if it was all a lie

4/11/2009
Alisha Brown

Zig Ziglar & Dad