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Poster:mara77
Date:2005-02-18 17:25
Subject:The Gates by Christo
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Mood: peaceful

Walking through Central Park with the golden light that comes just before sunset. Looking through the trees to see pink buildings with billowy grey clouds lined with silver behind. Turning around to see the Gates art exhibit stretching across a field with the wind whipping through the saffron curtains. Remembering how to be happy.

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Poster:hannahdustan
Date:2005-02-18 09:08
Subject:Beauty within the horror
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Mood: relieved

I woke up from a nightmare at 4 this morning. In my nightmare Scott, my husband, had died. I had watched him die right in front of me. Things weren't fantasy and obviously dream-like, instead it was terribly normal and realistic. Our friend Eamon was there too and we cried together and couldn't believe it had happened. We tried to figure out how we could leave but realized that at some point we would have to go get help. I had to call my parents to tell them Scott had died and then I had to go to work, where I found people had begun to leave money on my desk to help pay for the funeral.
I woke up and realized I was laying next to him and grabbed him. I began crying hysterically and was confused on what was real. He hugged me and reminded me that the hug felt more real than the nightmare. I had a hard time falling back to sleep. My mind kept going back to those horrible images.

I'm having a hard time shaking it but here's the beauty part...

As horrible as having that nightmare is, it is a rare relief to feel like you had lost your husband and then get him back. I really felt like he was gone. In the nightmare I was going through all the stages of grief. I cried on and off and wasn't sure how I could go on. I appreciate him in a new way now and know how much it would hurt to lose him.

Perhaps it was my subconscious trying to show me how trivial our spats are and remind me what really matters.

I can't think of anything more beautiful than waking up bawling because you thought you'd lost the person you love most in the world and it turns out you hadn't.

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Poster:hannahdustan
Date:2005-02-03 08:34
Subject:Friends
Security:Public
Mood: happy

Beauty is friends coming home.

Beauty is remembering why you became friends with them in the first place.

Beauty is finding new reasons.


Beauty is turning around and seeing your world in a brand new way.

Beauty is looking at that world and seeing what you can change.

Beauty is doing something about it.

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Poster:mattglad
Date:2005-01-16 23:00
Subject:feeling better
Security:Public
Mood: tired

things are looking up, i've come to terms with being stuck here, worked some things out, and am looking forward to a triumphant return by the 3rd of February..... anyhow heres a pretty picture!!!

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Poster:mattglad
Date:2004-12-12 11:40
Subject:Beauty on the Beach
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pidgeons on a pier

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Poster:hannahdustan
Date:2004-12-07 08:53
Subject:
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Mood: calm

People thank me everyday.

I help them with a problem.

They might even think nice things about me later.

I would never know.

More people have talked to me than I'll ever realize.

They are everywhere...Vt, Ct, Ma, Ny, Pa, Oh, Mi, Nj, Tx, Ca, Az, Wa, It's possible I've talked to all but a few states.

I would never know them on the street neither would they know me.

I talk to over 250 people everyday.

From this I know that some people are happy and some are sad. Some are wealthy and some are poor. Some are kind and others are rude.

But they all make up who we are.








Remember the beauty.

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Poster:hannahdustan
Date:2004-11-16 20:25
Subject:Beauty
Security:Public
Mood: content

I need to pay more attention to the beauty.

So I made one of my passwords at work "beauty" to remind myself everyday.

Then again right now two of my passwords are "homework", again to remind myself, and that hasn't quite worked yet.



Try to remember the good.

Try to do good.

Be a source of inspiration.

Remember what matters to you.

Enforce it.




Speaking of homework...

Time to watch TV (yeah I know that sounds wrong.)

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Poster:mattglad
Date:2004-10-10 13:09
Subject:outdoor beauty
Security:Public

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Poster:hannahdustan
Date:2004-10-06 13:34
Subject:Remember to listen
Security:Public
Mood: calm

I'm going to give myself a challenge.

Be quiet.

It's that simple. Be quiet. Shut up and listen.

I need some practice in listening. In not just hearing but listening to what was said and taking the time to think about what was meant or intended.

Far too often I hear and then respond without enough pause. I jump and interupt when I know what the answer is or feel defensive (which only makes things worse).

If I shut up more maybe there will be a lot of things I haven't been hearing.

Maybe I'm missing everything.

Maybe I'll find all the answers.

Shhhhhh...listen.

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Poster:hannahdustan
Date:2004-07-27 00:12
Subject:Today's beauty
Security:Public
Mood: calm

Hearing the truth.

Feeling pure and real emotion.

Smiling and remembering not to take those for granted.

Beauty is whatever feels real.

Remembering to be better every day.

Remembering to use our inside voices.

Laughing.

Smiling.

Crying.

Traveling the full circle of emotions in one day.

Loving.

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Poster:mattglad
Date:2004-07-25 12:30
Subject:Waterfall
Security:Public



beauty costs nothing.

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Poster:mattglad
Date:2004-07-25 12:12
Subject:Beauty
Security:Public

Going to bed sunday night, and knowing you don't have to work on monday.

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Poster:mattglad
Date:2004-05-30 14:55
Subject:post here
Security:Public
Mood: dorky

you know for all the so called beauty in the world, this community is lacking posts... we need more good things in life.
like

like
a red rider bb gun for christmas.....

just a thought

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Poster:hannahdustan
Date:2004-05-16 23:46
Subject:Go ahead! Steal my teeth. See if I care.
Security:Public
Mood: anxious

I'm getting my wisdom teeth out tomorrow morning and all day I've been making sure to enjoy every bite of solid food. I had chips, cheerios, leftover steak from last night, leftover scalloped potatoes, chewy granola bar, and an i.c. mocha from panera bread. I'd like to have more but they said I'm supposed to eat an easily digestible meal the night before and can't eat for 6 hours prior to the actual surgery. ick.

Point being, food tastes damn good when you know tomorrow you'll be dreaming of chewing again.

mmmmmmmmmm steak sandwich!

I'm finding myself looking forward to tomorrow. Not the knock me out and take my teeth part, but the spend the day with my Mom watching all the chick flicks Scott won't enjoy and laying on the couch eating nothing but jello and pudding all day part. Just having an excuse to have jello and pudding as the main staples of my diet is kind of cool.

But spending the day with my Mom taking care of me while I'm sick like it was when I was little sounds nice. She was always good at bringing me things I needed/wanted and saying things to make me feel better. Plus she always knew what would work to get me better. But having the power again to mumble "jewwo pwease" and magically I have jello is making me wonder what other surgeries I might need.

I guess there's even beauty in oral surgury. Who knew?

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Poster:pyroman
Date:2004-05-14 19:23
Subject:math class blues
Security:Public
Mood: content

the other day i went into my math midterm
i was distraught and unprepared
i decided to walkout and withdraw
the teacher came
he made an offer to help me
i was baffled that he reached out to try to help me
i was still distraught and unprepared and still withdrew
so i thanked him

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Poster:hannahdustan
Date:2004-05-13 23:47
Subject:Seasons changing
Security:Public

Walking through the park and actually being able to smell spring. Being a nonsmoker is cool. Saw a red winged black bird (I forget if that's it's real name) and a few baby white tail deer. I'm so glad it's warm out now. Frisbee golf and swimming awaits.

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Poster:superfixx
Date:2004-05-06 22:15
Subject:finding
Security:Public

taking that chance. do i drop that $15 and try this cd.
then put it in and as you scan through it that first time. you know this cd is going to mean something to you for a long-long time.

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Poster:stuffedcabbage
Date:2004-05-06 23:26
Subject:
Security:Public
Mood: calm

finding new and fantastic bands you never thought could exist. i've just made a big list of new CD's that i'm looking forward to buying when i get home so i can drive around in my car with my friends and wind down the windows and crank the volume all the way up!

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Poster:mara77
Date:2004-04-30 15:03
Subject:It's a beatiful day in the neighborhood!
Security:Public
Mood: happy

Warm air. Hot sun. Cool breeze. Flowers on the trees.

It is the kind of day that makes you glad to be alive.

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Poster:hannahdustan
Date:2004-04-25 21:16
Subject:A glimpse of the beauty of my weekend.
Security:Public
Mood: peaceful

When silence is suddenly broken by a spring downpour that lasts for under a minute only to return again in 10 to last another minute.

When you go outside for a cigarette during work and feel a cool misting on your face that you don't try to protect yourself from.

When the tree outside your apartment begins to bloom in fuscia, a color you thought was reserved for 80s spandex clothes and find youself shocked that it's actually a pretty color.

Sweating in a room of 300 people with a girl dancing and bumping into you but it doesn't matter how uncomfortable you are. You are being washed over with music.

Feeling the arms of my husband wrap around my waist and for a moment nothing in the world could possibly be wrong.

I want to run barefoot outside in the rain, splash in puddles, open my mouth to let rain land on my tongue, come in drenched and cold but feeling free and 5 years old again.

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