Introduction
Delphy's blogCrescendo
A drum beat, awakens me. Drifting into conciousness I sway.
I think of curves, of the swell and uplift of music,
of a boat crossing the harbour, and of a womans hips,
pressing against mine, dancing through life.
To dance, to sing, to yell out and to experience joy,
these are the things we cling to, that we strive for.
And as the music changes beat, strings play,
strumming like my heart beat, as I close my eyes.
My eyes dance that dance, bouncing off the invisible,
yet seeing the visible. The lines, the power, the colours.
I trace curves, of beauty, of sadness, of a face,
of the highlights of my life, to see it all.
As the music reaches a high, my heart beats faster,
gliding around her, touching only lightly, my foot tapping,
in a rythm only I know. I twirl and sway.
Then, with a cresencdo, it stops and I am alone again.
Twenty Nine Thousand Feet Above The World
A roar. A rush. A surge.
Acceleration pushing me back in the seat.
Goosebumps on my arms, hairs pressing up.
Wings quivering, and then, takeoff.
Looking down, across the green land,
A patchwork quilt, ribbons cutting across,
like knives. Small dots, people, cars.
Getting smaller, the blue ocean visible now.
And then, a lurch. And I see… heaven.
A vast expanse of cloud, stretching
as far as the eye can see.
Ice crystals on a lake so calm.
Ears popping, the sunlight glistens.
I stare out at the world,
and I wonder…
Am I free?
At the airport…
Okay so I’m a geek. :D They have wifi here at the airport, so I figured, why not use it? I have a couple of hours to burn before my flight takes off, and I’ve been a whole 5 hours without net access so far… I’m in shock… lol
So.. Dublin Airport. Would you believe that you have to take off your *shoes* to go through security now? I’ll definately have to get those nice smelling foot spray things next time, sweaty feet aren’t a nice thing… the poor security guards… can you imagine all the feet going through the scanners every day of the year? *shudders*
Okay, last time I was here I was coming to Ireland the first time. Not much has changed I don’t think. Lot’s of people wandering around aimlessly trying to find a purpose, or a flight number, or a sandwich… or maybe all three. One thing is constant though - no matter what happens, when you get people in large groups, there is *always* a bunch that just do nothing but complain. I mean, seriously, I was in the line for the check in and the guys behind just would Not Shut Up! I mean they complained about the time it was taking, the airlines, the airport, the weather, and the rabbit population of all things… Seriously these people have better things to think about or to do than to just stand around bitching all day? Gah… Maybe they should go stand by the shoe scanners :D
There is something about flying… about travelling in general that just excites me.. and not in a kinky way. The feeling when you take off, it’s like a rush.. exhilirating. I honestly can’t describe it. And I haven’t even taken off yet… I tried flapping my arms really hard, but they just fell off… and then they hurt. :( The flight to the UK isn’t that long… and then there is another 4 hour train journey or something when I am there… it’s going to be a long day, especially as I have not had much sleep - well, no sleep really.
People are funny in airports. Some sit around, doing useful things (like me typing here), some wander about aimlessly (lets hope they remembered to put thier shoes back on!), some buy things… isn’t there a universal law that says stuff in airports is like way more expensive than normal? I dunno.. I think so.
Anyway… an hour to kill now before my flight. Maybe I should play some flash games or something… I’m bored. :D
I’m not sure when my next update will be so expect it to be sporadic over the next 6 days or so. Greets to everybody in IRC and on the site and to my dear friends. I hope you don’t miss me too much but I will be thinking about all of you and wishing you all well in the run up to christmas :) Got all your presents yet?
Pouring water
What is it about rain that makes people seek shelter? When it starts, people seek shelter. I do not - instead I keep on going, like it doesn’t affect me. I think to myself “It’s only water”. I wonder if you can tell the kind of person somebody is by thier actions - subconcious or not. Those that seek shelter are… what? Perhaps they are used to be sheltered from life and the little unexpected downpours that come from time to time. Those that don’t - perhaps they have learnt to cope with it and, like a leaf in a stream, just let life carry them where they want to go. Hiding from it won’t solve problems, and can cause it’s own ones.
As I read back over some of the the entries in my blog, I am constantly suprised by the things that I have written. Most of them are years ago, yet they seem so recent. Is this an example of history or feelings repeating themselves, or just pure luck? I like to think I have changed over the years, but perhaps the core within me is unchanged, yet comes to the fore more often now to express who I truly am.
In life, in love, no matter what happens - unless you can see within yourself, and understand *why*, you will be forever sheltering from that rain. I say just take a step forward, feel it wash over you, and let life’s currents take you wherever you need to go.
Of stars and city lights
The brisk wind bit through my thin shirt as I gazed across the river, eyes travelling upwards to the sky full of stars. Each one a tiny dot, a speck of light - I wondered to myself what would happen when that light crossed paths. Does it get stronger? Does it die out? Does it seperate, go it’s seperate ways.
I’ve always loved looking at the stars - to lie flat on my back on the top of a hill and just gaze into the infinite universe, feeling so small, yet so… magical somehow. I looked down at the lights on the city, and the occasional person out for a late night stroll - yet how many took the time to just look up? To see that wonder, that excitement, no matter the coldness or the rain or the elements.
How many of us can do with just experiencing something outside of ourselves for a brief moment - to just *let go* and drift on the currents of space and go where life takes us. It’s no wonder that our complicated lives feel so stressful, so closed in, when we don’t appreciate everything that nature has done. It’s wonder, it’s raw power, it’s sheer utter beauty.
Don’t close your eyes, don’t try to hide - for everything is out there, if you only you took a moment to stare up into the sky and open your heart and mind and *look*.