Poetry and musings of a zany Mormon girl who is very proud of her Erda roots.

Sunday, March 21, 2010


I have a tiny rabbit in my mind. He holds a tiny watch that click-clocks the seconds and moments of my life away.


Lately, he's been whispering to me to get moving. Anywhere. Just get moving and keep moving; don't slow down, breathers aren't allowed. You can't find your destiny by staying asleep in your childhood bed.

I've made my plans and preparations. I'm getting ready to move. Anywhere. Where ever the wind takes me.

Although I cannot anticipate everything that will happen in the next year I know that I have made my plans and preparations with a singleness of mind that cannot be fabricated. This is my path and I will love it where ever it leads me.

So, little rabbit in my mind, I'm putting on wings and gearing up to fly. Can you take care of the rest?

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Random Thoughts Collide in My Skull: Crash! Blam! *blinding light, and fade out*

Now, while I don't suppose that all of my random thoughts would fit into one post and while all of the thoughts posed below are along the same vein, I challenge you to really try and feel at what my abstract mind is attempting to convey:

Winter's on the Wing
The Secret Garden

Winter's on the wing,
Here's a fine spring morn'
Comin' clear through the night,
Come the day I say.
Winter's taken flight
Sweepin' dark cold air
Out to sea, Spring is born,
Comes the day say I,

And you'll be here to see it.
Stand and breathe it all the day.
Stoop, and feel it. Stop and hear it.
Spring, I say.

And now the sun is climbin' high,
Rising fast on fire,
Glaring down through the gloom,
Gone the gray, I say.
The sun it spells the doom
Of the winter's reign,
Ice and chill must retire
Comes the May say I,

And you'll be here to see it.
Stand and breathe it all the day.
Stoop, and feel it. Stop and hear it.
Spring, I say.

I say, be gone, ye howling gales,
Be off, ye frosty morns!
All ye solid streams begin to thaw.
Melt, ye waterfalls,
Part ye frozen winter walls.
See, see now it's starting.

And now the mist is liftin' high,
Leavin' bright blue air
Rollin' clean 'cross the moor
Comes the day I say.
The storm'll soon be by
Leaving clear blue sky,
Soon the sun will shine,
Comes the day, say I.

And you'll be here to see it.
Stand and breathe it all the day.
Stoop and feel it. Stop and hear it.
Spring, I say.

Spring, Spring, Spring
Seven Brides For Seven Brothers

Oh, the barnyard is busy in a regular tizzy,
And the obvious reason is because of the season
Ma Nature's lyrical, with her yearly miracle
Spring, Spring, Spring.

All the hen-folk are hatchin'
While their men-folk are scrathin'
To ensure the survival of each brand new arrival.
Each nest is twitterin',
They're all baby-sitterin',
Spring, Spring, Spring.

It's a beehive of buddin' son and daughter life,
Every family has plans in view.
Even down in the brook the underwater life
Is forever blowin' bubbles too.

Every field wears a bonnet
With some spring daisies on it,
Even birds of a feather show their clothes off together.
Sun's gettin' shinery, to spotlight the finery,
Spring, Spring, Spring.

From his eyrie, the eagle with his eagle eye
Gazes down across his eagle beak
And a'fixin' his lady with the legal eye
Screams "suppose we fix the date this week!"

Yes, siree, spring disposes
That it's all one supposes
It's a real bed of roses
Waggin' tails, rubbin' noses.

All BROTHERS (except Ephraim) & All BRIDES:
Each day is Mother's Day
The next is some other's day
When all is King ....

EPHRAIM: (arrivin' at the rondevue area, and yellin'):
Milly's havin' her baby!

Squeals of excitement from the
other brothers and the brides

Joseph Smith's First Prayer

1. Oh, how lovely was the morning!
Radiant beamed the sun above.
Bees were humming, sweet birds singing,
Music ringing thru the grove,
When within the shady woodland
Joseph sought the God of love,
When within the shady woodland
Joseph sought the God of love.

2. Humbly kneeling, sweet appealing—
’Twas the boy’s first uttered prayer—
When the pow’rs of sin assailing
Filled his soul with deep despair;
But undaunted, still he trusted
In his Heav’nly Father’s care;
But undaunted, still he trusted
In his Heav’nly Father’s care.

3. Suddenly a light descended,
Brighter far than noonday sun,
And a shining, glorious pillar
O’er him fell, around him shone,
While appeared two heav’nly beings,
God the Father and the Son,
While appeared two heav’nly beings,
God the Father and the Son.

4. “Joseph, this is my Beloved;
Hear him!” Oh, how sweet the word!
Joseph’s humble prayer was answered,
And he listened to the Lord.
Oh, what rapture filled his bosom,
For he saw the living God;
Oh, what rapture filled his bosom,
For he saw the living God.

Text: George Manwaring, 1854–1889

Music: Sylvanus Billings Pond, 1792–1871; adapted by A. C. Smyth, 1840–1909


I'm up late. Again.

Attempting to do some research for my analysis of the current state of research on precocious puberty. Having been through precocious puberty and knowing first hand the difficulties and confusion it brings to a child, and wanting to know as much as possible about the condition, I can't seem to bring myself to be interested enough to study for more than 30 minutes consecutively. Aaargh! I have to finish this tomorrow and submit, but I keep waited to hear back from my professor to see if she approves of my topic, but if I don't submit tomorrow I won't be able to take the final exam for the course before I leave for England and then I'll be anxious and stressed out the whole time I'm visiting my sister and I will feel like a waste of everyone's time.

I just want all of this to be over with.

I want to wake up tomorrow morning with all of the experiences, pain, love, joy, hard times, and life well lived as the tender memories of an old woman with the leisure to sit on the porch swing in the spring breeze.


But, since I cannot fast-forward life and retain all of the memories that I have not yet made, I suppose I should get on and make them already.

Fine. I'll finish my paper.


Thursday, March 11, 2010

A Few of My Favorite Things...

This one goes out to you, babe, you know who you are...

Raindrops on lilacs and walks in all seasons
Planning big parties then thinking up reasons
Playing at pregnant with false wedding rings
These are a few of my favorite things
Homemade hot chocolate and pumpkins in Autumn
Cream cheese striped brownies and aprons from cotton
Looking up lyrics for songs that I sing
These are a few of my favorite things
Fleecy pink PJs with penguins on bottom
Borrowing jewelry, not caring who bought 'em
Staying up late to discuss our heart strings
These are a few of my favorite things
When the heart aches
When the blues strike
When I'm feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don't feel so bad

Sunday, March 7, 2010

Behold the Little Ones

Things I've learned from teaching in the nursery:

1.) Worms are gross even if birds like to eat them.

2.) Stacks of carpet mats are really fun to climb on for children and really dangerous looking for adults.

3.) The prayers of a 2 yr old can bless goldfish crackers and marshmallows to be good for your body.

4.) Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star is the best song EVER!!!

5.) "Please" and "thank you" are code for "I love you."

6.) Bubbles are floating pockets of magic that burst into pure joy when popped.

7.) Hugs make everything better.

8.) The Golden Rule is very real and should be applied by all age groups.

9.) Dipping every food item on your plate into water makes them easier/tastier/cooler to eat.

10.) Heavenly Father loves us all, especially when we can be as humble and content as the little children.