what I've learned from...my mother

In order to really talk, there needs to be tea and a comfy chair.

Christmas shopping should be done early and thoughtfully. Wrap the present beautifully so they know you care. Each piece should be wrapped in a separate box so they have more to open. 

A home cooked meal can cure any bad day. 

People never get too old for small presents for no reason, whether it be candy or new canvas. 

Fresh flowers should be in the house whenever possible, especially if they are cut from your own garden.

Cook with home grown herbs. 

Always have cheerful but restful music on in the house. 

Love people even when it hurts. You never know what they've been through.

Always make sure, when in a fight with someone, to look at yourself first before you accuse them. 

Take time to dance around the kitchen with the kids while cooking.

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Memory 14

Today is a special day. My mommy is turning 60! And if you know me then you know about my mom. She pretty much comes up in most conversations I have with people that last more than 10 minutes. 

She's my rock. 

I remember watching her put lipstick on when I was little and hoping I could be as beautiful as her one day. 

Or reading books together in her bed, snuggled under the blankets. 

When I was scared she would lay down with me in my tiny twin bed until I could fall back asleep, and rub my back and sing to me. 

But my favorite memory with my mom is the long talks we would have when I was in high school in the morning. We would sit with our coffee and sometimes talk for 2 hours in the morning, being lazy and enjoying each other. 

When I think of her, I think of the two chairs, the footstool and big steaming mugs of coffee.

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I haven't had time to stop for about a week, and really...I should still be going right now, but do you ever just figure...despite everything, despite the fact that I have a test tomorrow and a poem to write and shopping to get done and Spanish to study, I'm just going to stop.

Yeah...it's nice. I wasn't going to stop, but I started listening to a song K put on her blog, Glitter in the Air. Awesome. Thanks K. It really just make my day so much better.

I just went to title my blog, "half past the point of oblivion" (a lyric from the song) and I realized that K had already titled her blog that. MAHA. We really do think alike K.

I turn 21 tomorrow and I'm still not quite sure who I am or who I'm going to be. I'm pretty much ok with this. I'm learning slowly. I'm discovering my heart slowly. It's like a little present I unwrap a little more everyday. Or as Shrek put it, an onion. People have been embracing all of these layers I have which makes it a little easier to keep pealing.

I had an conversation with my poetry teacher today. I'm in the funk, this place where I have a completely inability to write, and I've felt so discouraged. He had some great suggestions. I have hope again. I have faith that I really am supposed to be writing for some reason...I just haven't gotten that far in the layers of Hannah's heart yet.

I sometimes still feel lonely. I'm sometimes bitter to the fact that I haven't had a boyfriend for a year and a half. But I wouldn't be this interested in knowing myself if I had a boyfriend. I wouldn't have this much time to figure out exactly who I am. It's like I'm falling in love with my own heart. Is that egotistical? Maybe? Hm...well, it's how I feel...I'll go with it.

*sigh* I love quiet afternoons. Now if I can just make it till tomorrow when mommy comes down.

Tomorrow is going to be a good day.

Glitter in the Air - Pink

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