Yeah, I know. I never post on here, and I don't really plan to, either. I've been crazy busy working all the time - and watching Twin Peaks when I finally have time off :) But I have an amazing playlist to share, and an update. And a picture, because, well, this is me we're talking about. First, the picture:
Make that two pictures. The first is me and my true love. The second is me and my sister on my 22nd birthday. We're both having an amazing time. Trust me.
Next: The Perfect Playlist.
It's incredible, right? You're welcome.
Now, the update: I've realized I like writing poetry, so if you're interested in seeing what I write, I will be sharing it over here: My New Tumblr. I also have a tumblr for Things I Like. The second is less edited and more of a place for me to save things. But whatever.
Love,
Scout
....actually...that was kind of fun. Maybe once I get my life back (hopefully soon) I'll start posting again. We'll see.
Even though they already messed up the mockingjay pin, I'm still pretty stoked (ha) about the Hunger Games movie (trailer here). The Peacekeepers look exactly like I thought they would.
October starts my favorite time of year. When leaves are changing colors and everything is beautiful oranges, reds, golds, yellows, and browns. Apples are in season - crisp, juicy apples to be eaten fresh or baked into pies or turned into cider. Everything is spiced. The air is crisp and refreshing. To me, it feels like it cuts right to your soul, waking it to something more. Things are coming. Autumn is so exciting because it means so many things. Halloween candy, Thanksgiving meals, visiting family, playing football, and then, winter!
1. I love food blogs. I get so inspired looking at them - hearing them come up with new recipes, seeing the beautiful pictures, and of course, finding new recipes that look amazing!
Here are my favorites:
Pioneer Woman - she has a new show coming August 27th! I am SO excited! Food Coma - I've mentioned Emma before. Smitten Kitchen - I don't think I've tried any of her recipes, but her food always looks so good and her blogs are witty and entertaining. My New Roots - I found this one today. I'm pretty excited because it's a lot of whole foods and vegan/vegetarian meals. She also explains how each food works to improve our bodies and our health.
2. This picture is fantastic. It's brilliantly simple but so detailed! I am amazed.
As I walked out one evening,
Walking down Bristol Street,
The crowds upon the pavement
Were fields of harvest wheat.
And down by the brimming river
I heard a lover sing
Under an arch of the railway:
'Love has no ending.
'I'll love you, dear, I'll love you
Till China and Africa meet,
And the river jumps over the mountain
And the salmon sing in the street,
'I'll love you till the ocean
Is folded and hung up to dry
And the seven stars go squawking
Like geese about the sky.
'The years shall run like rabbits,
For in my arms I hold
The Flower of the Ages,
And the first love of the world.'
But all the clocks in the city
Began to whirr and chime:
'O let not Time deceive you,
You cannot conquer Time.
'In the burrows of the Nightmare
Where Justice naked is,
Time watches from the shadow
And coughs when you would kiss.
'In headaches and in worry
Vaguely life leaks away,
And Time will have his fancy
To-morrow or to-day.
'Into many a green valley
Drifts the appalling snow;
Time breaks the threaded dances
And the diver's brilliant bow.
'O plunge your hands in water,
Plunge them in up to the wrist;
Stare, stare in the basin
And wonder what you've missed.
'The glacier knocks in the cupboard,
The desert sighs in the bed,
And the crack in the tea-cup opens
A lane to the land of the dead.
'Where the beggars raffle the banknotes
And the Giant is enchanting to Jack,
And the Lily-white Boy is a Roarer,
And Jill goes down on her back.
'O look, look in the mirror,
O look in your distress:
Life remains a blessing
Although you cannot bless.
'O stand, stand at the window
As the tears scald and start;
You shall love your crooked neighbour
With your crooked heart.'
It was late, late in the evening,
The lovers they were gone;
The clocks had ceased their chiming,
And the deep river ran on.
Where am I going? I don't quite know.
Down to the stream where the king-cups grow-
Up on the hill where the pine-trees blow-
Anywhere, anywhere. I don't know.
Where am I going? The clouds sail by,
Little ones, baby ones, over the sky.
Where am I going? The shadows pass,
Little ones, baby ones, over the grass.
If you were a cloud, and sailed up there,
You'd sail on water as blue as air,
And you'd see me here in the fields and say:
"Doesn't the sky look green today?"
Where am I going? The high rooks call:
"It's awful fun to be born at all."
Where am I going? The ring-doves coo:
"We do have beautiful things to do."
If you were a bird, and lived on high,
You'd lean on the wind when the wind came by,
You'd say to the wind when it took you away:
"That's where I wanted to go today!"
Where am I going? I don't quite know.
What does it matter where people go?
Down to the wood where the blue-bells grow-
Anywhere, anywhere. I don't know.
A playlist. (Note: the first song does contain curse words. Be warned).
A poem:
Rain Cuts the Place we Tread
by Dylan Thomas
Rain cuts the place we tread, A sparkling fountain for us With no fountain boy but me To balance on my palms The water from a street of clouds. We sail a boat upon the path, Paddle with leaves Down an ecstatic line of light, Watching, not too aware To make our senses take too much, The unrolled waves So starred with gravel, The living vessels of the garden Drifting in easy time; And, as we watch, the rainbow's foot Stamps on the ground A legendary horse with hoof and feather, Impatient to be off. He goes across the sky, But, when he's out of sight, The mark his flying tail has left Branckes a million shades, A gay parabola Above a boat of leaves and weeds. We try to steer; The stream's fantastically hard, Too stiff to churn with leaves, A sedge of broken stalks and shells. This is a drain of iron plants, For when we touch a glower with our oar We strike but do not stir it. Our boat is made to rise By waves which grow again Their own melodious height, Into the rainbow's shy embrace. We shiver uncomplainingly, And taste upon out lips, this minute, The emerald kiss, And breath on breath of indigo.
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