Thursday, May 29, 2014

Goodbye, Dear Friend

Dear Maya,

We've never met, but you were one of my dearest friends. There have been times in my life that I was lost in the darkest of places. These are not things I talk or write about often, and never in great detail. But when I was lost, you found me. You made me understand that I was not alone, that so many others, too many others, have been in places just as dark and dreadful. So few of us have the courage and strength to talk about them. Fewer still have that special genius to show the rest of us that we don't have to live forever in the dark. You gave us a light, and like seeds buried deep in the ground, we strove to reach for it, and to find the open air where we could breathe. You gave me hope.

I couldn't have told you the day before yesterday that your death would affect me so deeply. But it did. I did not write this yesterday, because it hurt too much to be able to gather my thoughts in any coherent manner. I tried to talk to my husband about it and I discovered, much to my surprise, that he isn't at all familiar with your prose. So today I get to share these special treasures with him. And that made it so much easier. I'm going to miss you, but yesterday I discovered a poem I never knew you had written. And today I'm sharing my old favorites with someone I love. And I know that today, and tomorrow, so many people will discover your words, your magic, and some of them, like me, will find hope where they had none.

I want you to know that this caged bird broke free of her jail. And she still sings.

Caged Bird
BY MAYA ANGELOU

A free bird leaps
on the back of the wind   
and floats downstream   
till the current ends
and dips his wing
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and   
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings   
with a fearful trill   
of things unknown   
but longed for still   
and his tune is heard   
on the distant hill   
for the caged bird   
sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn bright lawn
and he names the sky his own

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams   
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream   
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied   
so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings   
with a fearful trill   
of things unknown   
but longed for still   
and his tune is heard   
on the distant hill   
for the caged bird   
sings of freedom.

Wednesday, May 7, 2014

2000 Page Views

Just passed 2000 pageviews for this blog. 



That feels important, somehow. Thanks for listening!

Thursday, May 1, 2014

Random Short Post #1

So I was looking at the stats for this here blog, and I noticed a few things. First, I'm just shy of 2000 pageviews, which is kind of awesome. Second, and more importantly, while the posts over the past year have been very personal and dramatic, overall the posts that get the most hits are still the political posts from well over a year ago. My search stats weren't particularly interesting except for the part where apparently I got two hits from the phrase "this person is great". Whoever you are out there, bless you, my self-confidence needed that today.

I'm probably not going to be terribly active on here for a while, finishing this issue of the journal and then finishing grad school over the summer. But the midterm elections are coming, and because this is America! that means it's going to get ridiculous, so I'll probably post some more about that as things ramp up. And then right after that we get to dive into the next presidential election. Perhaps we will get to see the GOP continue it's long and entertaining decay, or watch the Democrats not be able to pull it together, or find a new and inventive way to shoot themselves in the foot. I have an early favorite, but I'm not going to get into that just now. Later, when the field has shaped up a bit more and it's not just speculation, I will.

So thanks for hanging in with all my personal drama, and I promise I'll try to post more frequently so that the posts aren't so dreadfully long.