Cope.

I'm like that bee. The one who has been stuck in a jar. The lid of that jar is suddenly open but I'm so used to that little jar that I don't fly out. Trapped by something that is only myself.

A bright Christmas.

"In the birth of that child, the universe rejoiced." Elder Dieter F Uchtdorf

This year what am I going to give to Christ?

Living our lives between each breath. A fresh run.

In Perfect Unison.

Life.
Vibrant color flowing from our souls, finding beauty in all the earth.
These fall leaves pay homage all that came before, Life of spring and green of summer.
And now they fall, preparing us for what comes now.
Death is so different.
The leaves try and tell us it's coming yet unprepared we're caught.
Requiring a sort of silence that I so aptly give.
No one asks it of me but my soul wills it.
There is nothing to be said, a part of me has gone away.
A time to be born and a time to die as they say.

Odd how we all just keep on living after we go.
Bits and pieces of our soul get left behind in the hearts and minds of others.
We're all connected, one massive living organism.
Tied together by our roots,
There is no end.

Through a window in a well lit room.

"People need not fear the unknown if they are capable of achieving what they need and want."

Paulo Coelho
The Alchemist

Found.

"How can I ever hope to describe a good friend such as you?
A few words come to mind: reliable, loyal, true.
When I have a sleepless night you're a simple phone call away.
And when I have a rough day you know just what to say.
You put up with my weirdness and my crazy insanity.
You're patience is as endless as the vast Atlantic sea.
You've always there to listen and you've ready with a grin.
Just being with you makes me feel like I'm in it for the win.
You give advice, you're happy, and you serve with real intent.
And most of the time I wonder if you're truly haven sent.

And so, good sir, it's time for me this cheesy poem to end
But let it be known, through good and bad, I'm grateful you're my friend."

A lost notebook on on the desk at Helaman.

But really.

Currently failing at creating my own art, I resort to that of others. I love this beautiful world.