learning –> learning

School. It seems like I am always doing school! I was recently pondering this statement, and thought of this quote by one of my favorite authors:

We do not do our school to graduate, but rather, we graduate so that we can put our schooling to use.

So true. Lots of people say that they can’t wait till they’re done with school, but in my opinion, we aren’t graduating so that we don’t have to do our school anymore, we’re graduating because we can finally use it. As we go through each grade, we are learning more, based on what we learned previously, and so we will continue. I am under the impression that we will never stop learning – I don’t really want to stop, because the more I know, the less I don’t know.

M.fs

Look Up

In the early morning hours,
After the late spring showers,
Nothing else is spinning,
And this is just the beginning.
I look up to the sky,
And here’s what I see:
I see the sun start to rise,
Reflected in your eyes.
I see the sky turning light,
As it wakes up from the night.
I see birds start to fly,
In a brilliant colored sky.
So when you’re feeling down,
Look up, and you’ll come around.

Inspiration of the day: caffeine, the smell of fall in the air, a gray sky overhead, a brisk walk, busy day.

Prep for a Sukkot party tonight = wearing me out! Gotta keep looking up at the sky because the sun’s coming out finally! (…blue sky above me is what I now see…)

M.fs

Hello world!

Welcome to my new blog: sparkling rhinestones! This blog is for those “sparkling thoughts”, ideas, and creative inspirations that one comes across day-to-day to be written down and remembered, perhaps with the potential of serving a purpose for something, somewhere, someday.

We’ll spring this first post with a segment of a verse I wrote yesterday as I was alone on one of my large yellow couches, quietly contemplating life:

…Glossy haze of dazzling shine, 
the magnitude of life. 
The whirl, the rush, the endless maze, 
shimmer, glimmer, a dimmer light. 
How many bar my way? 
How many more to take? 
Beneath my feet a stifled cry, 
slips life, through an earthquake. 
The staid hard stone, 
the polished rock, 
the marbled grout, 
the pain and shock. 
Forward, always forward, 
through the hallway of my life. 
a new light shines and passes by, 
I stop to turn my head. 
Awake at last, my fears have fled, 
my passions are here yet gone. 
The still small voice inside my heart, 
beats fast and whole, and strong. 
My heart how it beats so wildly, 
how my eyes excite my soul. 
What I see, what I hear, how it makes me sing, 
now at last I’m once again whole…

M.fs