September 21st 2011 4Koma

My September 21st

Family Tree

Great Grand Parents

Grandma

Dad

Rob and I

Yuune and Fuuta

Last three "September 21st",

my family and I went to visit my Grandpa's grave yard.

But not this year.

I didn't grow up with both of my Grandpas, I only have Grandmas.

But for sure, Grandpas were needed for me to be born.

It feels strange not be able to meet people who gave me a reason to be born.

I will do everything I want in my life while I am alive.

In 100 years, my family, will remember me,

and maybe think about same thing as me,

that they wanted to see me.

It feels strange.

Today is Art, People are Genuinely Good, and I'm Wearing Purple Shoes

This year, I honored the 21st in a slightly different way... Nothing of significance occurred, except that I love the reminder of the connection that remains among my dear friends, even after so much time. As I awoke, I knew my day would be a whirlwind of clients, clinical supervision, class, gym, and eventually my weekly dinner with my local girls. The difference this year, is that I knew I would fail to document my day in a way that would prove to be representative of the lovely little reminder that I embrace every September 21st. So instead, this year, I wore purple shoes. My reminder to allow for a moment to enjoy the very nature of this day... and every day, which is so easily overtaken by the lives that we all live.

it happened on a wednesday this year

 

Mixed Bag

Hi all, Happy September 21st!!! My day started out early 'cause I had a job interview. I felt it went well, but I'm still waiting to hear if I got the job or not. After, I had lunch with my doppelganger buddy/neighbour who also taught at NOVA. It was nice to eat a tasty Guiness meat pie, drink a new beer (Czechvar), and chat about music. Throughout the day, some weird stuff happened, but since it's so personal in nature, I can only describe it from a distance:

Mixed bag of hope and distress, for future prospects and a miser's call

Conjoin my mind in a shattered fragment, optimistic for the rise of a fall

Felt the levels with each pass, complications of situations full

Why bother to simplify, your understanding's still null

You could raise alert, augment the panic sounds

Won't change @ all, that your mind's stuck on the ground

Attempts so futile, the two so far apart

Magnetism between, can't cope with a lacking start

Snowy screen hisses, the song it plays misses

To find a channel that you're locked in, for more than just the kisses

The fees to flee, too easily they deceived

The actions that echo intention, go on unreceived

Ideals of some, confound the minds of others

While perceptions skew, what forgiveness discovers

9/21/2011

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Happy September 21st