Thursday, February 10, 2011

Valentines Update

 We successfully Shared the Love!

 Our Custom Cards Fundraiser was much more successful than we anticipated!! We sold over 150 cards. This is a really great accomplishment seeing as there were essentially 13 different designs to be paired with a possible 30 message inserts. That means there were 390 different options, and keep in mind that we hand made every single one! We are handing out the last of them today.

 You all should be proud. Thank you for your help! A lot of you put in some time at the tables, and I really appreciate that. Christina worked very closely with me doing the planning for this, and she did a ton on her own time as well.

Good Work!!

Presidentress ;)

A work by Lindsay Strand

The Pope announced last Friday that the Bible is now banned from the Catholic Church.  “It’s an absolute abomination to our faith!” the Pope stated to local reporters.  His first announcement of this new change was addressed to the Cardinals at the weekly Papal Fish Fry held at a local pub called Slippery Jay’s.  After his speech to the Cardinals, his assistant replied gingerly, “Mr. Pope, you have tartar sauce on your chin.”
            When responding to questioning of his decision, the Pope replied that the Bible “has too much violence and too many sexual situations.  Also,” he stated, “there’s a story towards the end of the Bible about a man who runs amuck with a posse of men who always seem to be kissing.  He even wears a dress and gladiator sandals!  The Catholic Church does not approve of such a blasphemous piece of literature!”
Many Catholics are not surprised by this decision, and many support the change.  “I can’t be exposing my young, vulnerable children to these obscenities!  There’s way too much violence and sexual acts in this so called book!”  a local Catholic mother of twenty stated to reporters.  “My kids don’t need any more pressure put on them!  It’s more obscene than that trollop Dora the Explorer and her exposed midriff!”
The Bible has been a guide of faith for the Catholic Church for quite some time.  Priests in the United States find it easy to adjust to preaching from other doctrines.  One priest from Kansas said “It’s not too big of a deal.  I mostly throw in a few Glenn Beck quotes and call it good.  I’m used to bs-ing my way through a mass.”  He also agreed strongly with the Pope saying that the story of creation in Genesis is “. . . obviously a sexual innuendo.”  The interview with the Kansas priest abruptly ended there.
Many local Catholic Churches are deciding to have book burnings in honor of the Pope’s new decision.  A local parishioner says they will be burning the Bible, Origin of Species, and all of the books in the Twilight saga.  “The Twilight books just really suck,” he added.     
After his interviews with reporters from the Vatican, the Pope leaned over and mumbled to his assistant, “I think Sheryl Crow wrote most of that damn book anyway.”

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Tuesday, February 8, 2011

today on this island

*** I wrote this about a year ago as a note on facebook. It just came out of me; I ignored any punctuation or mechanics completely because of that. I do want to revise it, but I am not sure what I want to do with the format. I feel like this unrefined sort of draft suports the content, but that is just a little idea. It's a work in progress! I hope you enjoy it :)  ***

its saturday. i wake up to jase playing, running around in his diaper like he does all the time (its too warm for clothes). get up. make myself some oatmeal. brush my teeth. nothing extraordinary.
its is march the sixth. what do i put on?? bikini, sundress, sunscreen and sunglasses. it is march the sixth and i live on an island so the only thing to consider while dressing is the sun shining on me. i love that. wade and nikki get themselves and jase ready and we drive to carambola to begin our day. we are gonna hike to the tidepools.

wade straps jase on- rough ride ahead of us. three miles? am i going to make it? i dont know... not far into it my legs are burning, we climb through the rainforest. there is a beaten path we follow about 20 inches wide, and brushing our arms are vines and branches and thorns but any uncomfort is numbed by the surrounding beauty. thick trees and plants and vines- thats it. and thats how it should be. the shore is visible below us once in a while and it is gorgeous to see from so high the difference in color: near the beach it is an unbelievable aqua which then merges with a deep blue that extends out to forever. we keep putting one foot in front of the other, up the hill, down the slope, over the hurricane victim trees. we notice pigeons, tiny lizards and mongoose occassionally.
we come to some boulders and after those the edge of the mountain opens up with just tall grass. thick honey colored blades reach up to my shoulders and the path is narrower so we feel each one pass our legs. hm.. a fork? lets go straight.
bad idea... we are looking down at a sandy gravel slope that is extremely steep. wade has jase on his back, nikki has a backpack and i have my own bag. how do we do this? i think we went the wrong way. wade slips and gropes for a tree to catch his fall. jase is asleep. my legs are bare so i am a bit apprehensive of just sliding down. there are a few skinny trees along the edge of the trail and so i grab one and just go for it. nikki below me does the same. we are all laughing hysterically, jase is awake, yelling "mommy be careful!!" right as i simultaneously slip on my butt, swing around into nikki (who is holding onto a tree for dear life), and i do the splits around her. this might as well be a cliff, then i could get a footthold at least! jase's sleepy eyes open and  turn to look around wildly at whats going on. we keep swinging from tree to tree, flip flop surfing down this ... whatever it is. the three of us finaly hit level ground and try to stop laughing. we cant. we definitely went the right way.
so now we find ourselves in the bush. like, no path. we can hear the waves that have been building strength finaly crashing onto shore with a mighty resonance. that is our only sign that we are close. the sun shines down through the leaves in deformed spots on the ground. the breeze does not reach us here. the ground is leaves, sand, rocks, dirt and weird spotted clumpy somethings. are those mushrooms? nikki says no, theyre noni fruit. beige clumps with yellow dots, they are about the size of an orange. she tells me they are a superfruit- taste nasty but works wonders. we duck under and step over and shove out of our way branches and leaves. our ceiling is descending. all of a sudden, we are out.

the caribbean sea and all of its blue beauty stretches out endlessly in front of us. the bush we just popped out of is ridiculous to look at from the outside. we come from in there? seriously? hm. two feet next to us is a trail. well, we still went the right way in my opinion.
grey rocks and large peices of white and pink coral make the shore. this is a much easier walk. a break, yes, but a little boring compared to what we just experienced. fresh sea air now makes its way into our bodies in short gasps and the only other sounds are the ocean and a few people's faint voices in the tidepools. we are almost there.
before you get to relax in the water, you have to climb the cliffs. three points of contact, wade says. yeah, right. one foot on an algae encased rock if i am lucky. climb up this vertical part, dip down into a foot of water, make your way across these boulders. a few more steps.

holy crap.
this is gorgeous.
we made it!

there is a family of three in the tidepools, swimming and splashing. we climb down the last ridge and throw our bags down, get jase out finaly. we are soaked with sweat and dirt clings to our skin. a few scrapes on each of us from the hike. the sandwiches we packed this morning are in the dark of our stomachs within five minutes. off go the clothes onto the rocks and our bathing suited bodies into the cool of the tide pool.
its cold. rocky. shallow. relaxing. warmer after a bit. nikki points out little creatures that dissapear into themselves when you get close to them. ever see Avatar? yeah, like those but inch long little fans underwater portruding from the rock. when they think it is safe, they creep back out and we do it again. terrible fun. up and over another giant pile of jagged rock are tiny pools where the urchins live. little black weapons of creatures- violent red in the middle and dangerous spikes in every direction. dont feel like climbing back down into the pool- just jump. jump? from all the way up here? alright... !!
we dry off by sitting on the flattest rocks we can find, which arent flat at all, and let the sun soak up the drops of caribbean left on our skin. i take the shell i found near the urchins and put it in my bag, we strap jase onto wade again and say goodbye to others enjoying this strange pool of water amidst these treacherous cliffs. okay, here we go.
we take the path this time- you cant mountain surf back up the mountain, so ok, fine. we walk through the grass again, see the "right" way to have gone, and wade makes note of that. through the rainforest again. i dont even care to look at the ground anymore. if i trip, whatever. its too much to miss.
tree roots make steps, branches give us handles. this rainforest- it is... it just is. you notice the tiniest of lizards, the greenest of leaves, the sharpest of thorns. the ground knows when your calves cant take another step up so it slopes down to give them a break. it knows when you feel so sticky from sweat and so the trees let the breeze in to alleviate the heat for a minute. every single leaf lives and exhales what you need to inhale, and in turn you exhale for it's life.

this is what it is all about
i lived really hard today
on this island.

The Mire

Gently the effluence falls into puddles on the earth,
Cleansing, purifying, with monotonous wail,
Accumulate as it does, plentiful, not dearth,
Supplanting me, filling to the brim.

Sadness like thoughts enter into mind,
Of loss, of gain, of otherworldly djinns,
Troubles me as it troubles you in kind,
The time has passed to wallow in.

Beneath the mire only sadness does reign,
Locked up in idle obscurity,
Upon recognition of the dulling pain,
Sink I must, into insanity.

You'd cling to your pleasant hope,
In it's twisted fascination,
I'd face the obstacles into despair,
And we're praising death.

A delusion made me stronger,
Yet I am draped in withering flesh,
I sacrificed more than I had,
And left my woes beneath the mire.

A Poem

I find myself reaching for the hands to hold me tight,
To comfort, to care, in the dark of the night.
It makes the days easier to approach and bear,
It stops me looking for things not there.

Sometimes the hands, they let me slip and fall,
Bouncing between emotions like a tennis ball.
Consistency sought and rarely found,
Weighs heavier on me pound by pound.

But the hands that let me fall can also pick me up,
Arrest my fall and embrace me in their cup.
Bring me out of the darkness and into the light,
Help me to see the reasons to stand and fight.

In the end it may well be that I must leave them behind,
Walk forward without support and face the grind.
Find a place of strength and confidence,
Fling caution to the wind, damn the consequence.