http://search.deviantart.com/?q=by:Nordic-Blaze&section=today deviantART RSS for by:Nordic-Blaze en-us Copyright 2009, deviantART.com Fri, 04 Dec 2009 01:42:10 PST deviantART.com http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss http://s.deviantart.com/minish/widgets/apple-touch-icon-precomposed.png http://Nordic-Blaze.deviantart.com/journal/11889314/ http://Nordic-Blaze.deviantart.com/journal/11889314/ Sat, 06 Oct 2007 23:12:57 PDT
"'But I don't want to go among mad people,' Alice remarked. 'Oh, you can't help that,' said the Cat. 'We're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad.' 'How do you know I'm mad?' said Alice. 'You must be," said the Cat. 'or you wouldn't have come here.'"

Life is like a box of crayons. Most people are the 8-color boxes, but what you're really looking for are the 64-color boxes with the sharpeners on the back. I fancy myself to be a 64-color box, though I've got a few missing. It's ok though, because I've got some more vibrant colors like magenta at my disposal. I have a bit of a problem though in that I can only meet the 8-color boxes. Does anyone else have that problem? I mean there are so many different colors of life, of feeling, of articulation.. so when I meet someone who's an 8-color type.. I'm like, "hey dude, periwinkle!" and he's like, "oh, you mean blue!" and he goes off on his blue thing, and I'm like, "no - I want periwinkle..."

]]> ~Nordic-Blaze http://Nordic-Blaze.deviantart.com/journal/11380511/ http://Nordic-Blaze.deviantart.com/journal/11380511/ Tue, 09 Jan 2007 21:07:23 PST If you're not in love with a soldier, you can't understand the meaning of the phrase "going to the field" and the weeks you spend away from each other.
If you're not in love with a soldier, you can never imagine the hole in your heart when that phone call comes? "Honey, I am leaving tomorrow to go overseas. I don't know how long I will be gone or exactly where I am going, but I want you to know that I love you -always!"
If you're not in love with a soldier, you don't know what it's like to say that final good-bye. You don't know what it really means to be glued to the television. You don't understand fear and you can't possibly understand the sleepless nights of endless crying wondering if you will ever see the love of your life alive again.
If you're not in love with a soldier, you can't know the immense joy, the uncontrollable smile, or the butterflies in your stomach when you see your soldier march into the family waiting area upon redeployment. You can't understand the self-control it takes to stand on the other side of the room as some higher-up gives a seemingly endless welcome home speech while all the soldiers stand in a formation. You don't know what it's like to have that second first kiss or what it's like to experience puppy love all over again.
If you're not in love with a soldier, you can't truly understand how to make every moment count because you never know when the phone call may come again.
If you're not in love with a soldier, you can never really understand how very delicate life is!
The next time you see a soldier remember how much they sacrifice in life so each one of us can have ours. And also remember all those who are married, how much they leave behind each time they go somewhere.

]]> ~Nordic-Blaze http://Nordic-Blaze.deviantart.com/journal/11330194/ http://Nordic-Blaze.deviantart.com/journal/11330194/ Fri, 05 Jan 2007 21:11:32 PST
]]> ~Nordic-Blaze http://Nordic-Blaze.deviantart.com/journal/11140724/ http://Nordic-Blaze.deviantart.com/journal/11140724/ Thu, 21 Dec 2006 16:10:25 PST
A Soldier's Night Before Christmas

TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS,
HE LIVED ALL ALONE,
IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE
MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE.

I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY
WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE,
AND TO SEE JUST WHO
IN THIS HOME DID LIVE.

I LOOKED ALL ABOUT,
A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE,
NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS,
NOT EVEN A TREE.

NO STOCKING BY MANTLE,
JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND,
ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES
OF FAR DISTANT LANDS.

WITH MEDALS AND BADGES,
AWARDS OF ALL KINDS,
A SOBER THOUGHT
CAME THROUGH MY MIND.

FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT,
IT WAS DARK AND DREARY,
I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER,
AT ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY.

THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING,
SILENT, ALONE,
CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR
IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME

.THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE,
THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER,
NOT HOW I PICTURED
A UNITED STATES SOLDIER.

WAS THIS THE HERO
OF WHOM I'D JUST READ?
CURLED UP ON A PONCHO,
THE FLOOR FOR A BED?

I REALIZED THE FAMILIES
THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT,
OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS
WHO WERE WILLING TO FIGHT.

SOON ROUND THE WORLD,
THE CHILDREN WOULD PLAY,
AND GROWNUPS WOULD CELEBRATE
A BRIGHT CHRISTMAS DAY.

THEY ALL ENJOYED FREEDOM
EACH MONTH OF THE YEAR,
BECAUSE OF THE SOLDIERS,
LIKE THE ONE LYING HERE.

I COULDN'T HELP WONDER
HOW MANY LAY ALONE,
ON A COLD CHRISTMAS EVE
IN A LAND FAR FROM HOME.

THE VERY THOUGHT
BROUGHT A TEAR TO MY EYE,
I DROPPED TO MY KNEES
AND STARTED TO CRY.

THE SOLDIER AWAKENED
AND I HEARD A ROUGH VOICE,
"SANTA DON'T CRY,
THIS LIFE IS MY CHOICE;

I FIGHT FOR FREEDOM,
I DON'T ASK FOR MORE,
MY LIFE IS MY GOD,
MY COUNTRY, MY CORPS."

THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER
AND DRIFTED TO SLEEP,
I COULDN'T CONTROL IT,
I CONTINUED TO WEEP.

I KEPT WATCH FOR HOURS,
SO SILENT AND STILL
AND WE BOTH SHIVERED
FROM THE COLD NIGHT'S CHILL.

I DIDN'T WANT TO LEAVE
ON THAT COLD, DARK NIGHT,
THIS GUARDIAN OF HONOR
SO WILLING TO FIGHT.

THEN THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER,
WITH A VOICE SOFT AND PURE,
WHISPERED, "CARRY ON SANTA,
IT'S CHRISTMAS DAY, ALL IS SECURE."

ONE LOOK AT MY WATCH,
AND I KNEW HE WAS RIGHT.
"MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIEND,
AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT."

Another Soldier's Christmas Poem

The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,
I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.

My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,
My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.

Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,
Transforming the yard to a winter delight.

The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,
Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.

My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,
Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.

In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,
So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.

The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near,
But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.

Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know,
Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.

My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,
And I crept to the door just to see who was near.

Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,
A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.

And there sood a soldier, some twenty years old,
or perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.

Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,
Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.

"What are you doing?" I asked without fear,
"Come in this moment, it's freezing out here!

Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve,
You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!"

For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,
Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts..

To the window that danced with a warm fire's light
Then he sighed and he said "Its really all right,
I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night."

... ]]> ~Nordic-Blaze http://Nordic-Blaze.deviantart.com/journal/11060721/ http://Nordic-Blaze.deviantart.com/journal/11060721/ Thu, 14 Dec 2006 10:25:27 PST
I hope everyone has a happy and safe christmas!!

]]> ~Nordic-Blaze http://Nordic-Blaze.deviantart.com/journal/11021896/ http://Nordic-Blaze.deviantart.com/journal/11021896/ Sun, 10 Dec 2006 19:57:59 PST
And my dad is irking me as well. He has been promising he would mail me a live trap in order to catch one of my little hamsters that got out. My hamsters had babies and they are old enough to survive on their own, but I am still worried because last monday early in the morning some of them managed to disconnect their tunnels and three babies and the mama got out. I found one of the babies right away, mama a few days later, and then just like two days ago another baby. But the last one that is still out I haven't been able to tell if it is eating any of the food I have been leaving out. The stupid trap was supposed to be mailed monday, well then thursday, and satuday according to my little brother dad says he's sorry he forgot (again) and will mail it ASAP... he didn't even have to decency to tell me himself. grrr. He gets so mad if I forget for even a day to do something for him and its usually something stupid like a household chore. I ask him to do something for me that is important to me and essentially includes the life of one of my pets and he doesn't care apparently. grumble grumble grumble.

]]> ~Nordic-Blaze http://Nordic-Blaze.deviantart.com/journal/11006165/ http://Nordic-Blaze.deviantart.com/journal/11006165/ Sat, 09 Dec 2006 13:01:31 PST I really don't want to move out, I love living in an apartment and I will miss my hamsters As long as I am leased to this apartment (aka until august) my parents won't let me get an apartment somewhere else. So that means back to the dorms with me, which isn't to bad, I have friends there, I am insanely social etc... but it does mean I can't have my hamsters I might try and convince my current roommates and whoever moves into my room to let me keep at least one here (my parents will take care of the rest) and I will just claim the spare key since technically I am still the name on the lease. hmmm that has potential.
Anyways, that said, I better clean my room because the guy wants to come over and look at our place tomorrow... and my room looks like a category 5 tornado hit it... which isn't to far from true... I live here hehe.

]]> ~Nordic-Blaze http://Nordic-Blaze.deviantart.com/journal/10953257/ http://Nordic-Blaze.deviantart.com/journal/10953257/ Mon, 04 Dec 2006 19:46:31 PST
*edit* I think I fixed it... so yeah hopefully the ones I put up are all working and the rest that I will put up will go up nicely wish me luck

]]> ~Nordic-Blaze http://Nordic-Blaze.deviantart.com/journal/10362908/ http://Nordic-Blaze.deviantart.com/journal/10362908/ Wed, 11 Oct 2006 20:14:52 PDT
]]> ~Nordic-Blaze http://Nordic-Blaze.deviantart.com/journal/10219102/ http://Nordic-Blaze.deviantart.com/journal/10219102/ Thu, 28 Sep 2006 19:22:35 PDT I loves him already. I will post a picture of him soon.
Chistery is the winged monkey in Wicked, which is one of my favorite books. And Pucker is yes after the alcohol but thats just because we have a Pucker shelf in our breakfast nook and thats where Chistery's cage sits. Eric's (my other roommate) parent's own a liquor store so we have lots of random paraphernalia from different brands.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~



]]> ~Nordic-Blaze http://Nordic-Blaze.deviantart.com/journal/9758549/ http://Nordic-Blaze.deviantart.com/journal/9758549/ Thu, 17 Aug 2006 10:11:44 PDT
Today is my birthday and I plan to be a bumm. Well sorta. I have a little shopping to do and then I need to start packing up to move into my new apartment but other than that I think I will be as unproductive as possible.
Oh and to explain the title... that was what the card my mom gave me this morning said. I thought it was rather clever. And it had pictures of... get this... a hippo, birdies, and two ewes! hehe
Well I am off to go enjoy breakfast now (this is one of the few times someone makes breakfast for me) Ciao! ]]> ~Nordic-Blaze http://Nordic-Blaze.deviantart.com/journal/8597359/ http://Nordic-Blaze.deviantart.com/journal/8597359/ Fri, 28 Apr 2006 01:19:26 PDT
I believe that life is beautiful
I believe that family is not just dependent on blood
I believe in soul mates
I believe that your first love stays with you forever, and each one after that
I believe that no matter how hard you try you can never completely turn your back on someone
I believe that naps are the best cure to a grumpy day
I believe that I matter, no matter what
I believe that rainy days are just as happy as sunny days, as long as you never decide you are to old to jump in puddles
I believe love is love is love, no matter what, no matter who, no matter how
I believe there is someone, somewhere who will love me just as I am and that I will do the same for him
I believe my money and time is best spent on other people
I believe that I am worth the time
I believe music is the language of the soul
I believe the worst lies are the ones told without words
I believe that when life smacks your legs out from under you and you land square on your back, it might be that life just wanted you to take a break and look at the stars

]]> ~Nordic-Blaze http://Nordic-Blaze.deviantart.com/journal/7186121/ http://Nordic-Blaze.deviantart.com/journal/7186121/ Wed, 30 Nov 2005 14:02:48 PST Current mood: contemplative


Pray for our Soldiers, Marines, Sailors, Airmen and Coast Guards,

The average age of the military man is 19 years.

He is a short haired, tight-muscled kid who, under normal
circumstances is considered by society as half man, half boy.

Not yet dry behind the ears, not old enough to buy a beer, but old enough to die for his country.

He never really cared much for work and he would rather wax his own car than wash his father's; he has never collected unemployment.

He's a recent High School graduate; he was probably an average
student, pursued some form of sport activities, drives a ten year old jalopy, and has a steady girlfriend that either broke up with him when he left, or swears to be waiting when he returns from half a world away.

He listens to rock and roll or hip-hop or rap or jazz or swing and
155mm howitzers.

He has trouble spelling, thus letter writing is a pain for him, but he can field strip a rifle in 30 seconds and reassemble it in less time in the dark.

He can recite to you the nomenclature of a machine gun or grenade launcher and use either one effectively if he must.

He digs foxholes and latrines and can apply first aid like a
professional.

He can march until he is told to stop or stop until he is told to
march. He obeys orders instantly and without hesitation, but he is not without spirit or individual dignity. He is self-sufficient.

He has two sets of fatigues: he washes one and wears the other.

He keeps his canteens full of water and his feet dry. He sometimes forgets to brush his teeth, but never to clean his rifle.

He can cook his own meals, mend his own clothes, and fix his own hurts.

If you're thirsty, he'll share his water with you; if you are hungry,
his food.

He'll even split his ammunition with you in the midst of battle when you run low.

He has learned to use his hands like weapons and weapons like they were his hands.

He will often do twice the work of a civilian , draw half the pay and still find ironic humor in it all.

He can save your life - or take it, because that is his job.

He has stood atop mountains of dead bodies, and helped to create them.

He has WEPT in public and in private, for friends who have fallen in combat and is unashamed.

He feels every note of the National Anthem vibrate through his body while at rigid attention, while tempering the burning desire to 'square-away' those around him who haven't bothered to stand, remove their hat, or even stop talking.

In an odd twist, day in and day out, far from home, he defends their right to be disrespectful.

Just as did his Father, Grandfather, and Great-Grandfather, he is
paying the price for our freedom.

Beardless or not, he is not a boy.

He is the American Fighting Man that has kept this country free
for over 230 years.

He has asked nothing in return, except our friendship and
understanding.

Remember him, always, for he has earned our respect and admiration with his blood and sweat.

As you go to bed tonight, remember this scene..

A short lull, a little shade and a picture of loved ones in their
helmets

Prayer wheel for our military... please don't break it.

Please send this on after a short prayer.

"Lord, hold our troops in your loving hands. Protect them as they protect us. Bless them and their families for the selfless acts they perform for us in our time of need. Amen."

When you receive this, please stop for a moment and say a prayer for our ground troops in Afghanistan, sailors on ships, and airmen above, and for those in Iraq.

There is nothing attached....

This can be very powerful.......

Of all the gifts you could give a our Service Members, prayer is the very best one.

This is a ribbon for military men and women fighting in Iraq and around the world, as well as for those who are stationed far from home.

Pass it on to everyone and pray.


Currently listening:
Demon Days
By Gorillaz
Release date: By 24 May, 2005 ]]> ~Nordic-Blaze http://Nordic-Blaze.deviantart.com/journal/6813763/ http://Nordic-Blaze.deviantart.com/journal/6813763/ Wed, 19 Oct 2005 20:54:03 PDT Current mood: tired

Do you believe in love at first sight? or lust at first sight?
Lust at first sight is when you don't care about who the person is. You have a desire to make physical contact for pleasure; nothing much more. Love at first occurs before words are spoken. When you make eye contact and then can't stop looking at them. When you feel as though you have known the person forever, before you even know their name.
I've had both happen, and I believe in them both fully. The trick is knowing the difference.

Currently listening:
Dizzy up the Girl
By Goo Goo Dolls
Release date: By 22 September, 1998 ]]> ~Nordic-Blaze http://Nordic-Blaze.deviantart.com/journal/6642393/ http://Nordic-Blaze.deviantart.com/journal/6642393/ Fri, 30 Sep 2005 12:40:46 PDT I guess I will just have to play around some with some of my old pics that I never put up here. ]]> ~Nordic-Blaze http://Nordic-Blaze.deviantart.com/journal/6414743/ http://Nordic-Blaze.deviantart.com/journal/6414743/ Sun, 04 Sep 2005 14:30:58 PDT Current mood: amused


When walking back from Langford with Melisa, we decided that the duckies really needed to be fed so we went to my room and grabbed my french bread. We knew it was getting ready to rain... which made us want more to be outside (hehe we loves the rain). We also collected Becky as we were heading out. The duckies were very happy to be fed and practically mauled us. It was kinda funny cause they weren't hardly taking the bread from Melisa or Becky's hands but a lot of them would take it from mine... hehe I have duck skills. The rain started pouring right after we ran out of bread and we just stood there in the rain. The rain drops were huge fat drops and there was a little slushy bits, almost snow globs. The down pour only lasted like 5 minutes but it was super fun... I love to rain. People say I am weird because most people come in, out of the rain and I go out, into the rain. I am pretty sure I looked like a drowned rat but it was fun, my shirt was absolutely drenched and my hair was plastered to my head.
<ic in scraps >


Currently listening:
It's All in Your Head
By Eve 6
Release date: By 22 July, 2003 ]]> ~Nordic-Blaze http://Nordic-Blaze.deviantart.com/journal/6316823/ http://Nordic-Blaze.deviantart.com/journal/6316823/ Wed, 24 Aug 2005 15:22:58 PDT Current mood: bouncy

I got my hair done all pretty like hehe. Eric's mom had fun with it I am sure. She dyed it all brown and then streaked it with blond and red . I like it a lot its fun. you can kinda see it in the picture but it doesn't show the red really... not that there is a lot of red but there is a little. All I have to say is this was a great trade for working at the liquor store for three days. I wish my hair grew faster though, I want it long again. I had her trim it a little basically to shape it. I miss how long it was way back freshman year, but that will take a while to get back. anyways I just felt like sharing with ya'll that I am no longer a blond... I have moved onto brunette for the time being... and I love it.

Currently listening:
Classic Sinatra
By Frank Sinatra
Release date: By 28 March, 2000 ]]> ~Nordic-Blaze http://Nordic-Blaze.deviantart.com/journal/6256038/ http://Nordic-Blaze.deviantart.com/journal/6256038/ Wed, 17 Aug 2005 20:29:19 PDT Current mood: blah


"Happy" birthday to me. So yeah today was my 19th birthday and it was a difinate stinker as birthdays go. I woke up to hammering on my ceiling (thank you big brother) on the day I was gunno sleep in a little before going and working out (see me a good girl). When I got up I was to grumpy to go to the broadwater so I didn't go workout. I couldn't find anything to eat so I heated up a chipolte chicken wrap (which was less than appitizing) when Eric called. That was one of the few ups of my day. He randomly was at my door hehe with flowers. So we talked alittle and he arranged the roses all pretty like (yay for yellow roses) and then drove to Great Falls to his new boyfriend. I then took the dogs for a long walk with Thomas, who preceded to talk my ear off about his video game and stuff like that, but hey the walk felt good. When I got home I did some tummy work and called MSU about something. Then I had to go to work, which absolutely sucked. First thing when I come in is Dan reaming me because sometime last week or the week before I accidentally mixed labels on two boxes so one of them was returned back (the other one should be there tomorrow or the day after I bet, joy). There were bugs in the new bubble wrap (and ya'll know I can't handle bugs well) so all day I was on the verge of a panic attack because of that. Romona kept getting on me about shit. Like one time I finished putting packages of the manifest and went over to get a drink of water and a cough drop and she was like "there is mail to run and packages to out on the manifest" in a really mean and icky voice. Yeah so that was basically all day, I couldn't not be working for two seconds and she was biting my head off... which works I suppose when there is actually stuff for me to do, but sometimes there is a lull and I really don't know what to do next. At the end of the day she was really really grumpy, probably something I did but don't know I did, and was mean as I was leaving. But hey at least I got done at 6:30 for once... actually it was a little before that, that hasn't happened in a while. Got home and sat and watched Thomas play his game, then my aunt and uncle came for dinner. They got me (from them and my other aunt and uncle) two pairs of earrings and a bracelet, which were cute so that was also a yay part of my day. Dinner was cafe cabbie delivery from staggering ox, yum. My cake was donut hole cake so it was super yummy too. My mom accidentally bought me the same card as last year, which was funny cause it was also the same kind of cake too. So from the parents I got work of my car that was supposed to be done several months ago and an orange sharpie. I really don't mind the car work being my present I just wish they had told me because it really was something they were gonna get done months ago, and dad had said he was gonne get me the wireless keyboard and mouse I wanted. Oh well. For me this is about average as birthdays go. Sad huh. Well sorry to be so whiney, I was just a little bummed with my day. Maybe tomorrow will be better, ha. At least friday is my last day of work, and then next friday I move back to Bozeman for school, that I am looking forward to. Maybe I will start packing tonight. My brother wants to watch a movie now, I think I will make him watch The Princess Bride with me, I need a good laugh. Well nite nite all and sorry if you read all the way to here, I know I was little depressing.



... just got a little better cause Cody remembered...


Currently watching:
The Princess Bride (Special Edition)
Release date: By 11 January, 2005 ]]> ~Nordic-Blaze http://Nordic-Blaze.deviantart.com/journal/5908527/ http://Nordic-Blaze.deviantart.com/journal/5908527/ Mon, 11 Jul 2005 21:21:51 PDT
As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to ever let you down probably will. You will have your heart broken probably more thanonce and it's harder every time. You'll break hearts too, so remember how itfelt when yours was broken. You'll fight with your best friend. You'll blame a new love for things an old one did. You'll cry because time is passing too fast, and you'll eventually lose someone you love. So take too too much, and love like you've never been hurt because every sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you'll never get back.

Currently reading:
God Emperor of Dune (Dune Chronicles, Book 4)
By Frank Herbert
Release date: By 01 May, 1981 ]]> ~Nordic-Blaze http://Nordic-Blaze.deviantart.com/journal/5872657/ http://Nordic-Blaze.deviantart.com/journal/5872657/ Thu, 07 Jul 2005 23:47:33 PDT Current mood: bouncy


I wanna be dancing!!!!!!

I love dancing, I love it I love it I love. Last night while wandering the walking mall I could hear the band playing very dancable jitterbug/swing songs but alas I had no dancing partner . What good is knowing all the moves if I have no one to show off with? I have been doing the cowboy swing since I was little and thanks to my fabulous dance class this last semester I know even more moves. Then it didn't help that tonight one of my favorite movies was on... Dirty Dancing. All it managed to do was throw me even more into a dancing move, and there is only so much I can handle dancing the cha cha by mayself. I would even run off to a foxtrot or waltz if you only I could dance... heck even a polka, just let me dance... oh and throw me a willing partner too please.

All I need is someone who isn't afraid to let me show them a few moves and then is willing to go out onto the dance floor and let loose.


Currently watching:
Dirty Dancing
Release date: By 26 August, 1997 ]]> ~Nordic-Blaze http://Nordic-Blaze.deviantart.com/journal/5725015/ http://Nordic-Blaze.deviantart.com/journal/5725015/ Wed, 22 Jun 2005 15:38:11 PDT Current mood: discontent


The heart is a muscle. You can stretch it, grow it, flex it. You can make it stronger. You can also damage it, pull it too hard, play too rough with it.

I am learning this so much more, every single day. Even when nothing spectacular happens, I learn something new about my heart everyday. Here are some of the things I've learned:

The heart can feel something that the rest of you knows isn't working. You can love someone, adore someone, know what a wonderful person they are, and know in your heart, in the same heart that feels all this for them (and still feels it sometimes) that they will not be what you need, and that it has to end.

My heart is fragile. Everyone says that, and it's probably true for almost everyone. I've learned that I must constantly learn and relearn the fine balance between knowing my heart is fragile, treating it accordingly, and being too fragile, using the fragility as an excuse to sink into sadness or fear or unhealthy venerability or insecurity. It's like walking a tightrope, most of the time. But it feels so good when I know that I've ended up on the right side of it that it's worth any hurt I might feel when I stumble.

I've learned that my heart is the most important thing to me, and that I should never, EVER let people treat it without respect. People who will not treat my heart like something precious are people who are not worth my time. I've learned that expecting people to treat me like something important and worthy is not asking to be coddled or being weak or infantile: it's expecting the respect I deserve.

But I still wonder, how do I know when I need to listen to my heart and when I'm letting myself sink into something sad that I don't need to feel? How do you tell the difference?


Currently reading:
Double Cross Blind
By Joel Ross
Release date: By 12 July, 2005 ]]> ~Nordic-Blaze http://Nordic-Blaze.deviantart.com/journal/5118832/ http://Nordic-Blaze.deviantart.com/journal/5118832/ Mon, 18 Apr 2005 08:19:16 PDT ~Nordic-Blaze http://Nordic-Blaze.deviantart.com/journal/5096461/ http://Nordic-Blaze.deviantart.com/journal/5096461/ Fri, 15 Apr 2005 15:13:37 PDT
*clubs that I belong to ----> [link] ]]> ~Nordic-Blaze