And sometimes I am rain...

Would poets write of a silent rain? Would lacking this sensation devalue its beauty? Its drops are still visual wonders as shifting orbs in mid-air dances before impetuous crashes form ephemeral chandeliers that crumble to darken the dirt with their footprint. Rain's amorphous bodies still catch the secrets of the air and translate the aspects of the natural world into a language of perfume... breathing out the musks and spice of those it passes. And the feel... the indescribable feel. Cool... smooth... gentle. Like a small kiss that soaks into your flesh and stays with your skin, even when the hot wind pilfers its soft succor... for the memory infinitely lingers. Is this all for nothing when the rain acts in tacit ballet? My audience hesitates to tarry as I send no word at the fall of the curtain... but I am much more than soundless, I suppose. I am the stain left on the linen drape that tatters against the desiccating gale intruding through a forgotten open windowpane... an idea that rain had been but faded with the uncertainty that rain could be again and thus disregarded as the summer burns on. I will slight any preoccupation... there is always someone who will welcome rain even after its absence has seemed near to eternal, insensible and unempathetic. Yet one should consider that even rain needs rest... in halcyon tarns beneath the venerable and amiable company of shade.

Silly, silly leezle... hiding in the caves again! BAH! When will you learn that people are not out to steal your precious organs... well, maybe a kidney or two... but you could spare a few, right? Heeeeeello from non-existence! I meant to post at the start of summer but as soon as finals are over, the internet for the entire city of Manhattan loses function due to the large number of unoccupied college students overloading the server... and as for the internet in KC, KS where my parents live, the wonderfully obsolete pc's with internet are usually in use by my parents or moving too slowly for my tolerance level. :P And yes, I am making excuses.

I have been up to something but I really lack the words or at least the patience to tell you all what. I would rather do it with pictures.... HOWEVER, I cannot find the UPC cable to upload any. I am thinking that tomorrow I will go to fedex/kinkos and get them put on a disk so I can finally transfer them to the pc and then the internet. However, for a quick summary of events, I went to my cousin's graduation in Sioux Falls, SD. The only difference between South Dakota and Kansas... more granite, less limestone... better soil, more rain... stupider sounding accent... more Swedish/Norwegian/Dutch and Native American, less German. Of course, this opinion comes from the fact that I did not get to go to the fun part of South Dakota, i.e. the part with topography. Nevertheless, I truly appreciate the overall flatness of the U.S. plains... because I grew up here... and therefore am now afraid of heights. I also have been working on my powwow dance regalia. I went back to working on my new fan. I decided to take a break from beadwork and am working on thread wrapping... an even more ridiculously monotonous and tedious task that involves the stacking of threads until one creates a little mountain of thread. It is impossible to describe so I will post pics later. Other than that, I have been hanging out with Carrie on occasions. I was hoping to attend class at the super, super, super awesome Ballet Academy but I do not have the money for the tuition... I guess I will settle for something less prestigious like dancing around in the basement in my pajamas!

I saw yet another movie involving wineries this weekend... to add to my collection of Sideways, French Kiss, A Walk in the Clouds, etc. lol... and I'm dreaming of viticulture again... *sigh* Am I meant for research... or alcoholism? hahaha I filled out my application for a passport... again... and am wondering where I would go if I actually got a passport this time. The only other language I speak is Spanish... and I already have been to Mexico, granted I was only there for 3 hours. My friend says his favorite place in Europe was Luxembourg. I thought about going to the glorious fatherland... er, that is, my father's fatherland (Germany)... because my dad would be far more likely to fund an expedition there so that he could spend hours recounting the genealogy and historical significance of every rock and pebble... and we would all enjoy getting royally potted on Riesling. lol *le sigh* Or perhaps the Leezle was not destined for world travel. However, I have been reading the book "The World Was My Garden, Travels of a Plant Explorer" again and it always gives me hope that I will be so lucky to live so adventurously... after all, the author was a K-State University Horticulturalist, too. :P Unfortunately, Europe was much more affordable then. Afterall, any European is a rich man in Kansas now.

To dream...........

To romance *wink*............ but that is a whole other topic for another post... :)