Penny For Your Thoughts

Diamond, a poem. Pressure does not a diamond make. Every action does in fact possess an equal opposite reaction. The stone placed first pressures the exerting force equally as the pressure attempts to make a diamond. That stone, that rock. Heed its guidance and listen for the whispers in its grains.

 I've been thinking about once-in-a-lifetime opportunities lately. Certain things, we can determine for sure, are meant to happen only once during your lifetime and will happen only once during your lifetime. For example, my twelve-year-old self was astounded when I came to the realization that I would never again have a Wednesday night campfire with those exact same campers and those exact same counselors in the exact same campout spot. That was truly a once-in-a-lifetime experience. The other side of these experiences though strikes me differently. My father, not even middle-aged yet, looked out over the Grand Canyon and proclaimed he had no intentions of ever returning. Seeing the canyon was a once-in-a-lifetime experience for him.  Is it true though? How are we to know that we will never look upon that great big hole in the earth ever again?  We simply don't know when our time to leave this earth will come, so I recommend you treat special things and experiences with care.

 I'm sick of people. I'm all peopled out. I don't really want to be around them right now or talk to them. They're starting to make me bonkers. I often just hit a limit on my capacity to be kind and patient with everyone and that limit is often hit when facing adversity. So, there you have it. I am exhausted and my whole self feels quite hollow. Am I writing instead of sleeping?  Absolutely. -Emma Lancaster

 I have discovered that I am not the biggest fan of "space," both in the context of giving it and needing it.  We just had a long period of time where space was mandatory. Can you blame me for not wanting it much anymore? Here is where the problem is: I need space to cool off. If you couldn't already tell by my random late-night rantings, I get fired up about things quite quickly and with much vigor.  Space is beneficial.  I know that. Don't get me wrong, I grew up a lot during that long space.  It's just, as a result, things changed.  They were ultimately good changes, and I went with the flow of things, no matter how hard that was (and still proves to be). I just want to be a part of the growth process in other people now instead of focusing all the growing energy on myself.  I want to grow with other people. Space is not my favorite thing in the world, physical or theoretical. Thank you for reading my brain tornado. It looks a bit more linear in writing. -Emma

 Frogs. What wonderful creatures, are they not? I quite like them. They're very green and lively. That's it.  That's the post. Goodnight internet. -Emma Lancaster

 That very first night. What a night. When he put his arm around me for the first time, it was like the world collapsed into place with a sigh of relief.  Did you know that in a span of a few hours, you can memorize someone's heartbeat? Did you know that in a span of a few hours, you can memorize the way they breathe? The way their arms feel pulling you in as tight as they can to protect you from the scary movie, and the scent of their body spray? You can memorize it. It's that feeling. That feeling. Feeling safer than I had in months, falling asleep on his chest.  Deciding that was where I wanted to stay. And stay is what I did. -Emma Lancaster