Delete

A/N: This is almost a poem, but not quite. It's almost a stream of consciousness, but not quite. I like it, so I thought I'd share. It came about when I was failing in a poetry attempt.

Delete

My fingers hover on the key
Itching to delete.
Destroy these words I've put here
Erase the things I've written.
No one cares or wants to know
So why bother to keep them?
Delete these words that make no difference
The things that make me sad.
Remove the things that make me angry;
I won't be jealous or lonely anymore.
With just one keystroke...
Wipe it all away.

But that would be too simple, right?
I'd never learn or grow.
Is this life of mine worth living
if I forget all that I am?
So I won't press that key.
I won't destroy these words.
I'll retrace my steps and shape them.
Work to mold them into something more.
I'll have to strive...

Wouldn't it be something,
If our world had that key?
With one simple little motion,
We could delete so many things.
We could forget about the anger...
And we could stop the wars
We could put a halt on violence
and love each other as we should.
What if, with just one keystroke,
We could wipe it all away?

But that would be too simple, right?
We'd never learn or grow.
We've only got one world, my friends.
We've only got one chance to do this right.
We've got a Kingdom to build here.
And we've got to work to make it happen.
We have to strive.

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First Children's class this Wednesday! Wish me luck!

~God Bless
Cassandra

i am a happy me

i am a happy me


i am a happy me
and sometimes it's not so easy
to be happy
when all the others just don't see

i am happy that you are you
no matter what you try to do
oh man, if only you knew
just how much i really love you

the life we have is just so great
that i really can't wait
for all the pain to abate
so we can get the good stuff straight

we can do some awesome things, my friend
but with all these problems we've got to mend
it's kind of hard to comprehend
what the world will look like in the end

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God bless,
Cassandra

Orientation

I'll be in a new building for highschool this year. I've spent a lot of time in the building, so it's not REALLY new, but I went to the orientation today anyway.

I was sort of looking forward to it. I've changed a lot this summer and haven't had a chance to talk to several friends since the end of last semester. I was excited to see the people in my class with..."new eyes" I suppose.

But as soon as I got there and my peers started to show up, I wanted nothing more than to be anywhere except there. I was fairly desperate to get away; having trouble breathing. I've always had trouble in crowds, but this was different. It was not quite painful, just...I can't even explain. It felt like there was unbearable pressure on my chest and abdomen. I lost count of how many times I said "Remover of Difficulties" today.

I don't really know what the point of this post is. I hope I feel better on Monday, getting into the routine.

~God bless,
Cassandra

I'm not lazy, just busy.

So. It's been an interesting summer.

For the first month or so I went to work for my dad. It was very...interesting. I did things like:

Wired a new shed on a chicken farm.
Slogged through crude oil all day in 100+ heat.
Walked on many roofs.
Climbed many ladders.
Ran conduit in a Food Pride grocery store.
Fixed a well.
Delivered more conduit about 250 miles from my home.
Pulled thick Metal-clad cable through a 200' attic space.
Installed a new outlet in a "cat lady's" house.

The list could go on for awhile. Instead of boring you with that...

The next three weeks of my summer were spent in Indianapolis, Indiana with my extended family. I have pictures!

This is my uncle Jeff. I stayed with him, my aunt Dawn, and their six kids. He's in "business mode" here.

My cousin Becca is thirteen. My cousin Amber is nine. Amber is the spitting image of me six years ago. It's kind of creepy. But I love these girls so much! :)


Come on. Who doesn't want to see the Hard Rock Cafe?


Here's a blurry picture of one of my paintings. I picked up painting about six months ago, maybe a little less. This is my uncle's guitar.


I enjoy this picture a lot. I'm riding in a convertible mustang here, taking a picture of the side-view mirror. Why does the sky in the mirror look bright and sunny, while around the car it looks pitch dark? Portal to another world, anyone?

Yesterday I just got home from my third and most exciting adventure of the summer. I went to the Great Plains Baha'i Summer School, then stayed in the Minneapolis/St. Paul area for two or three weeks. In that time, I completed three books in the Ruhi sequence, assisted in direct teaching in an IPG, saw a major-league baseball game, lived with two families, spent an evening with an awesome guy named Justin at a fair, and attended a weekend-long Animator Training intensive...It was crazy. It was amazing. Thank you Jen and Alicia and Laura and Joanne and...and...and everyone else!

I'll try not to be so infrequent about posting. Sorry. Have a nice year-start, everyone.

Sad Poem

Untitled
Cassandra

When I see you in the hall
I feel warm inside.
When I see your grades are passing,
my heart fills up with pride.

Every time I talk to you
you're sure to make me smile.
Just to see you laughing
makes my day worthwhile.

I tell you that I love you.
I say it every day.
You know how much I care
More than I could say.

You matter to me, friend.
Without you, my days are sad.
If you need someone to lean on,
you know that I'd be glad.

Then I see the marks
you strive so hard to hide.
dark red, bloody testaments
to the pain you lock inside.

I can't say how much it hurts me
To see this hurt in you.
I've cried for you so many times
Is there nothing I can do?

I know the money's tight.
I know the home life's rough.
I know you're having trouble.
And you're trying to be tough.

You're too beautiful to be here.
You're too wonderful for this.
You're too loving to be hurting.
Please climb out of this abyss.

Don't hurt yourself, my little friend.
Claw out of this cage in which you dwell.
Don't hurt yourself, my little friend.
Because you're hurting me as well.

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Ahhhhhhhh!!!

Hee! The poem below 'The Price Of Fear' that I entered in a contest was chosen for publication!

Now I'm in the finals for a national competition =)

I haven't checked the website yet, but it's

Allah-u-abha!

Okay, I've been writing a lot of random poetry lately.

I submitted this to the local newspaper. Tell me if it's not completely true:

'TWAS THE HOUR OF MATH CLASS - A PARODY
Cassandra

'Twas the hour of Math Class -- that time we all dread;
The kids sitting weary, wish they were in bed.
In comes the teacher, they open their books.
Miss X turns her back, they shoot dirty looks.

She writes the equation, they feel their heads spin.
As she turns back to face them, they nod and they grin.
Our mode of defense, when Miss X looks at us:
Pretend that we know, there's no need to discuss!

Just try to get through, that's the general thought.
Smart kid in the front...lookin' way too distraught.
Just chill and relax, Thou art greater than I.
You know what you're doing, there's no need to cry!

'Do you have a question?' She asks with a smile.
She shifts on her feet, just stands for awhile.
No one asks questions in the middle school years...
What would our peers say? The root of our fears.

They stare at the clock, watching Math hour pass
Miss X must not notice, when their eyes turn to glass.
The time ticks away, moving slower each round
There's one final minute, then the bell's welcome sound.

They jump to their feet, books tucked under their arm.
They have been waiting for that fateful alarm.
Out into the hall, they're moving so fast.
With a whoop they all shout, “Freedom at LAST!”

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I submitted this to a national poetry contest:

THE PRICE OF FEAR
Cassandra

Darkness falling swallows light.
Pain and anger,
fast and bright.
All love destroyed as Darkness falls,
The dearest cost
was paid tonight.
A tear escapes
a mother's eye.
For this world's plight,
her son has died.
As Darkness falls, a strangled cry.
If this is fair,
then tell me why.
Explain to me.
Can this be right?
As darkness fell, that evil night,
how many died,
for human fright?
For war we die.
For war we fight.
How many more will die tonight?

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This was a "Favorite Snacks" Journal for English class. I twisted it...It's half-rap, half-nonsense-poem:

SNACK RAP
Cassandra

Bit 'o Honey, bite of bacon, bun bar, bubble gum.
Grab your money, have some fun! Get more, say YUM!
Caramello, cherry mash, chick-o-stick, clark bar.
Say hello, scarf some hash, catch a flick, that's bizarre!
Milk 'n' honey, mallo cup, mountain cherry, macaroons.
Don't be funny, give it up. Your face should vary, like the moon's.
Pickled feet, pepperoni, popcorn, pretzel sticks.
Something sweet, macaroni, I should warn, those are Nick's.
Salsa chips, snickers bars, sandwiches, sugar lumps.
Open lips, eat what's ours, a nose twitches, someone jumps!
Watermelon, whatchamacallit, wintergreen, wonder bread.
You're excellin', gotta admit, you lucky teen, just stay well-fed.
With all this food, how can you pick?
Come on, dude! I couldn't stick.
Change it up, try beans and ketchup!
Why not? Just give it a shot.
Lots to choose, and nothin' to lose.

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I wrote this for ... nothing. It's not all that good, and is really repetitive, but I actually like it a lot.

BEAUTIFUL TERRIBLE
Cassandra

Beautiful, beautiful
people around me!
Beautiful, Beautiful
wonders to see.

Beautiful, beautiful
Time stretches forward.
Beautiful, beautiful
flying so free!

Beautiful, beautiful
family and friendship
Beautiful, beautiful
living to be.

Hideous, Hideous
Anger and hate.
Hideous, Hideous
Running from fate.

Hideous, Hideous
Time's frozen still.
Hideous, Hideous
Pain won't abate.

Hideous, Hideous
Cold and alone
Hideous, Hideous
Dying; too late.

Beautiful, Hideous
Living this way.
Beautiful, Hideous
wasting away.

Beautiful, Hideous
Under the shell
Beautiful, Hideous
running astray.

Beautiful, Hideous
never give up..
Beautiful, Hideous
savor this day.

Beautiful, beautiful
Hideous, Hideous
Life

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Since I can almost see you falling asleep, I'll stop here. Thanks for reading...and I really would appreciate feedback on these.

~Peace be with you
Cassandra

Losing it?

This probably won't make much sense. Stream of consciousness here. Bear with me...

I feel like I'm losing it. There's no real explanation. I'm crying a lot and just...out of it all. I feel like life in general just got about ten times harder to deal with, even though I know it didn't.

I try really hard...so hard to be nice. I try to be kind to everyone. I try to love everyone. I think I'm failing. I get snarled at a lot...I'm having trouble being kind. I mean, I'll say something cruel and catch it after I've said it. Then I'll punish myself for it.

The last time I tore myself up, it was pretty bad. I was crying...I'd said something horrible. My dad told me that I was the only one who expected me to be so good all the time, and that I should ease up.

Okay, I don't know about that. I might be the only person who expects me to be good...bu God wants me to as well, so it can't be pointless. I know I have to accept that I make mistakes. Everyone makes mistakes. But it only takes one "mistake" to close someone's heart off from me. If I say one wrong thing to one wrong person at one wrong time, I've just ruined a chance at spreading the Word.

So, I accept mistakes, right? Everyone makes mistakes. But I can't just accept them, because too many mistakes and I've ruined something that could be great. What do you think?

Sorry for rambling. Figured I have to put it out there.

Once upon a Time...

A girl sat, bleary eyed, staring at her monitor. A half-finished report flickered on the screen. A stack of homework teetered precariously on the arm of the couch, next to her. She'd been working all day, an entire Sunday wasted, and hadn't seemed to get anywhere at all.



With a huff, she pushed away from her computer screen, pulled on a sweater, ran outside and jumped on her bike. She HAD to get away. The bag she'd thought to bring with her carried a change of clothes. Maybe she'd just ride to the monument and spend a night with the crickets. She was so, so tired of this place, of this life.

Suddenly...she couldn't explain it, but on her way out to the Monument, she was drawn onto the tree-lined path that lead into the cemetary. She hadn't intended to go there, but something made her turn her bike to the left.


She didn't know what was happening. Her bike seemed almost to steer itself, further and further into the cemetary. She'd never been in this part. Great-gramma Fern was buried waaaaay over there. When her breath started to come in short, pained gasps, she stopped and looked around. The sunset was absolutely breathtaking. Scanning the graves, a name made her stop. The headstone itself looked ancient and ragged. Inman. Inman? Gloria Inman...Where had she heard that name before? Digging deep, it clicked. Great-grandma Fern's grandma. Would that make her my great-great-great-grandma? Wow. Five generations back. All of her roots were in this place, in this town.


She knew there was a reason she'd been shown this. She needed a reminder, that this was her home. This is where she is needed. No matter how eager she is to get away, to move on, to do more...this is her home.

Children's Classes!

Today we had a really fantastic Children's Class. I love being a of the classes so, so much! I don't know wha I'm going to do later this year...
These kids are totally a light in my week. I love being with them, playing with them...I look forward to my Saturdays.

However...Speech team starts up this week and from about mid-November through mid-March, there are meets almost every single Saturday. They last all day.

I don't know what I'm going to do if I can't teach. The Children's Classes have been an integral part of my life for the last few years. I can't even imagine just NOT doing them.

Speech is just about the only Extra-curric activity I'm capable of doing. It's pretty much the only thing I might be any good at...

I want to do Speech badly. I love these kids. What do I do now?

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Is there any Remover of difficulties save God? Say: Praised be God! He is God! All are His servants, and all abide by His bidding.

~The Bab

Interesting?

I'm in a World Geography class, which I really am enjoying.

Right now we're studying the Middle East. I have to write a report on it, 1 - 2 pages typed and double spaced (grr). And Mister Clark warned me not to write about the start of the Baha'i Faith if I wanted a good grade. BLEH! Now what am I supposed to write?

I think I'll write on Acre. Ancient prison cities are always fun to write about, don't you think? The only problem would be fitting it into two pages...Hm.

Anyway, that's not the topic of this post.

Today in my W.G. class we watched this video that was very cool. I'd have thought it to be a Baha'i film, aside from the fact that they didn't include the Faith.

This film focused on each o the major religions in turn. I think it included Buhddism, Hinduism, Zorastrian, Christianity (and its many demoninations, Islam, Judaism, and Sikhism.

What was so cool? They were talking about the similarities instead of the differences! Aggh it was great. The movie showed the quote from each of those Religions that stated...well, basically the golden rule. They also talked about how they all had such similar values and were monotheistic.

See? See!? They see it! It's not just the Baha'is. Maybe the world is starting on its path to a brighter future. Maybe not. But I have hope!

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"Blessed is he who preferreth his brother before himself." ~ Baha'u'llah

"Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself." ~ Leviticus 19:18; Matthew 22:39; Mark 12:31; Luke 10:27; Romans 13:9; Galatians 5:14; James 2:8


"Hurt not others in ways that you yourself would find hurtful." ~ Udana-Varga 5:18

"Do not unto others what you would not have them do unto you." ~ Analects 15:23

"No one of you is a believer until he desires for his brother that which he desires for himself."
~ Sunnab

"All things are our relatives; what we do to everything, we do to ourselves. All is really One."
~ Black Elk

"Whatever is disagreeable to yourself do not do unto others." ~ Shayast-na-Shayast 13:2

(pulled off of...http://www.angelfire.com/tx6/desertwind/rule.html)

Ten Things I Like About Me

Talieh tagged me...This will be hard for me. Give it a shot, huh?

1) I love my ability to get along with my brother. Honestly, how many little sisters will tell you that their big bro is probably their best friend? My brother's spirit, humor, and individuality keep me sane sometimes.

2) This is going to sound odd, but I love just being me! I love that I can keep to my personality, whether I'm in a group of friends, family, Baha'is, adults, or little kids. The way I talk, my opinions, my thoughts and patterns don't change. I think it makes me predictable, or at least easier to be around.

3) I like the way I can tell a story and watch a kid's eyes light up with interest. It's a talent I only started developing a few months ago, but I love it. I love watching a child learn something, and want to learn it.

4) I have to agree with Talieh...I love that I'm a Baha'i. 'nuff said...

5) I like that I'm willing to try most anything at least once. Whether it be food, singing, Speech team, teaching...I like that just because they scare me and I may not be good enough at them, I'll always try.

6) I like that people see me as responsible. I don't ever have to say that I am a responsible, people will automatically ask me to watch their kid, or run something to the post office for them. It makes me smile to know that I'm trusted.

7) I like that I can cook! Not many people my age can cook for their family. I have my mom to thank for that.

8) Now for the really superficial one. I like my eyes. They're a pretty unique color, and my lashes are long enough that I won't ever need mascara. Hooray for my best facial feature being hidden behind glasses!

9) I love that I'm decent with musical instruments. Everything I've tried, I've been able to pick up pretty quickly. I can't sing worth a dime, but I love music. I'm glad I can express that some way.

10) Finally, I like that while there are people who won't say they like me, there aren't really people who dislike me. At least not openly. It's pretty cool to know most everyone is at ease with you.

I think I got them all, unless I miscounted. I don't really have anyone to tag.

Failure?

Okay, today we had our first Children's Class of the year. It went okay.

Low points: I didn't do so well. I haven't done so well lately, as a teacher. I'm stumbling over my words and not able to really catch attention without saying something wrong. I love teaching, I love the kids. I guess I just need more practice?

High points: Marilyn and Paul were great! The kids learned how to use a GPS, and Marilyn was fantastic talking about distinction. They listened fairly well when I had to tell a story...

I think the highest point was just getting to see the kids and play with them again. I miss them so much when I don't get to see them.

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Aside from the class...

We have two seekers in in town! yes! New interest is always awesome! I only wish we could get some youth interest. But I suppose that's my job at the moment, huh? *nudges Keaton*

Er, I'm doing really well so far as a highschooler. My English teacher loves me to bits. She's having me write for national contests and such. Exciting, nerve-racking stuff!

My brother crashed his car. He hit a parked car, moving 15 m/h. That was an interesting evening. He works at McDonald's now. 30 hours per week, plus school. I don't know when he sleeps. It's not very often.

Jr. Youth starts next week, wish me LUCK!

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"Oh God! guide me, protect me, illumine the lamp of my heart, and make me a brilliant star. Thou art the mighty and the powerful." ~'Abdu'l-Baha

Avoidance!

I've been avoiding updating this for way too long. I don't like writing about myself much.

Okay...I don't know what to write. I could put a lot of things down here, but picking the most interesting/important is hard. There isn't really anything interesting to write.

I'm about to start highschool. Ninth grade...fun...Errm...yeah. The school system is starting a new program this year. Ninth graders aren't a part of the Junior High, or the Highschool. We're now a completely seperate school -- the Freshman Academy.

All that means is...we're seperated and put in one small part of the Jr. High building and put on Block Schedules...Oh, and look! We get our own door! There's even a sign. Yippeeeee...

I'm trying to get a job at the local bakery...Hopefully I'll find out about that soon. If I don't get one there, next I'll try the Heritage Rest Home...they're looking for cooks/cleaners.

In the next few weeks I'll be starting the Ruhi sequence with a lady named Suzanne. Yay!

Children's Classes start up again sometime in the next month! :) The problem is, both of the jobs that are open for me right now will overlap with the children's classes...So I don't know what I am going to do...

Basically, the results of this year's schedule for me will be...exhaustion and happiness...hopefully I'll be happy enough that being tired all the time won't matter so much?

Oh, and my Grandpa lived.

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O Lord! Make this youth radiant, and confer Thy bounty upon this poor creature. Bestow upon him knowledge, grant him added strength at the break of every morn and guard him within the shelter of Thy protection so that he may be freed from error, may devote himself to the service of Thy Cause, may guide the wayward, lead the hapless, free the captives and awaken the heedless, that all may be blessed with Thy remembrance and praise. Thou art the Mighty and the Powerful.

-'Abdu'l-Baha

Airplanes and Heart Attacks

I'm about to go on my very first plane ride. :)

My grandfather has had a severe heart attack and is in unstable/critical condition. Fact is, he might and is likely to die. I've never met him. Hence why I am going on a plane ride.

Grandpa is 66 years old and lives in Indianapolis, Indiana. we're taking a flight from Denver, Colorado to Atlanta, Georgia. From Atlanta we head for Indi.

It'll be an approximately 7-hour flight, total, starting at 7 am. Meaning we have to be there at 5 for check-ins and such. Meaning we have to leave for Denver at 1 am. 5 hours and counting.

We (Mom, brother and I) will be staying in Indi for about 9 days, at my Uncle Jeff's house.

I'm nervous and excited about the plane ride. I'm absolutely terrified of heights, but everyone has told me it's a load of fun.

I'm praying constantly for my Granddad. I don't want to lose him when I've never or barely met him, but I know it may just be time for him to go.

Unfortunately, I'm going to miss a week of school and two Children's Classes. I'm going to be surrounded by unfamiliar faces and unknown relatives, in a city I've never seen before. I'm crossing my fingers that I may find a Baha'i community nearby - and perhaps attend a class or meeting there.

the Baha'is in my community are a constant uplifting influence. they encourage me and hold my hand while I pray.

Allah'u'abha!

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Oh God, My God! I have set out from my home, holding fast unto the cord of Thy love, and I have committed myself wholly to Thy care and Thy protection. I entreat Thee by Thy power through which Thy didst protect Thy loved ones from the wayward and perverse, and from every contumacious oppressor, and every wicked doer who hath strayed far from Thee, to keep me safe by Thy bounty and Thy grace. Enable me, then, to return to my home by Thy power and Thy might. Thou art, truly, the Almighty, the Help in Peril, the Self-Subsisting.

Baha'u'llah

Time is annoying.

Why? It just keeps going...and going...I wish sometimes that I could stop time for about ten minutes just to catch my breath and contemplate. There seems to be so much to do suddenly. I don't know how it all started moving.

I plan children's classes now, partly. I seem to be connecting with the kids in a way I couldn't last year. They've become so much fun =)


I've also planned out two feasts, which is amazing and wonderful - at least to me. A year ago I never would have thought the Faith was this strong. It's all-consuming. I've found myself thinking over a hidden word scribbled on my palm in the middle of Algebra. Crazy insane!

School seemed to get three times as hard recently. Algebra is a pain. I love Earth Science this year :-). the workings of the universe amaze me. My Science teacher is actually attending a fireside next week. She and I have had a lot of wonderful discussions about the similarities of Science and Religion. They really do walk hand-in-hand!

I've been tested for Arthritis twice and am going to a rheumatlolgist this Friday. Hopefully I'll know where the pain is coming from soon.

I'm out for basketball...Yeah, I'll just leave that one alone.

I went to the Baha'i unit convention on the 16th. It was so fun. =D I rode six hours in a car with three people older than my Grandma - and enjoyed it! While we were there, I had a conversation with a Lady about Baha'i jewelry. I told her that I had a necklace at one time and it got broken. She took off the necklace she was wearing and handed it to me.

The kindness of the people in my faith continually astounds me. From an amazing youth who would spend a year away from home to serve, to a lady who would give something of her own to a complete stranger.



Allah'u'abha!

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God is one, man is one,
And all the religions are one.
Land and sea, hill and valley,
Under the beautiful sun.
God is one, man is one,
And all the religions agree.
When everyone learns the three onenesses,
We’ll have world unity.

Three Guesses What It Took

Y'know, I just read my last post and realized how much had changed.

As my title says, three guesses what it took to make me open my eyes.

A little girl. Her name is Naomi. I've known her for a few years, I helped her learn to read. This is the conversation.

"Cassie, what's a matter? You look sad. You're not sad a lot." We were in the park, eating Ice cream...of course, my brother was a few feet away (oi)

"I am sad," I said. "I really am sad a lot lately. I can't help it."

Why are you sad, Cassie? You said life was s'pose to be happy."

I sighed. She was adorable sometimes, other times she made me really think. "I'm sad because I'm confused." We sat down on the grass and she sat in my lap and faced me. "Too many changes, I can't help it, Naomi."

She actually dropped her ice cream on the ground, grabbed my cheeks, and gave me a big, sticky, little-girl kiss (an adorable moment.) "You're special, Cassie, and I love you. You're always telling me about friends you got, and friends are s'pose to make you happy. You make me sad when you're sad, Cassie. I miss you being happy."

I nearly started crying right there, because she made me realize something. I once heard about a ripple effect. When someone is angry, the anger spreads, it gets wider and wider until everyone around you is angry. I had to think back. I was worrying my parents, and my brother had all but stopped talking to me. I was being so selfish, and I didn't have really concrete reason why!

The next thing that popped my eyes open was attending baha'i meeting. It was like...wow. I had almost forgotten this amazing support I could get just by picking up the phone. They all happened to be there that night. I got hugged at least 8 times (!) which was sort of odd. but when we sat down and started saying the prayers...I can't describe the sensation. The most incredible sense of belonging you can imagine...magnified.

the third was just a half hour ago...I was checking my friend, Hannah's blog...and there was a message there from a lady named Nina...for me. A complete stranger to me. I was...a bit shocked. but then I thought about it. This lady found and read my blog...then when she couldn't post a message to mine...posted it to someone else's in hopes that it would be passed to me. This seems to be the word of the evening...Wow!! Kindness is a virtue, one that is well-carried out by many people.

So here is my realization:

Depression and sadness only seem overwhelming. When in Darkness, always search for light. This alone will make the darkness shrink away. The kindness and generosity of this world, the few people in every million who will offer a word, a hand, a smile to help are worth being happy about.

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O God! Refresh and gladden my spirit. Purify my heart. Illumine my powers. I lay all my affairs in Thy hand. Thou art my Guide and my Refuge. I will no longer be sorrowful and grieved; I will be a happy and joyful being. O God! I will no longer be full of anxiety, nor will I let trouble harass me. I will not dwell on the unpleasant things of life.
O God! Thou art more friend to me than I am to myself. I dedicate myself to Thee, O Lord."

'Abdu'l-Baha

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As Life Goes By...

I find that I need my faith more than ever.

I just realized how long it's been since I posted to this.

There are about three precious weeks left of Summer, and then I'm back in the Junior High for another year of crowds and bullcrap. Can't you see the excitement?

Hopefully, this year, I can begin to rely less on school and the people around me for support. Last year I grew up a lot, this summer even more, and next year I would like to leave childhood behind me, or at least most of it.

I've closed in on myself this summer, dependent on things that I do by myself. I've not attended a group meeting of any kind in over a month, and it's startig to wear on me. I don't want to be a hermit!!

I have had so many ightmares that keep me awake at night, so many odd dreams that I can remember in perfect color and detail.

Oh well, Que Sera Sera...

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"Lay your confidence in the everlasting bounty, turn to the presence of the generous God; ask assistance from the Kingdom of Abha; seek confirmation from the Supreme World; turn thy vision to the horizon of eternal wealth; and pray for help from the Source of Mercy!"
Compilations, Baha'i World Faith, p. 351

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I love SUMMER

I survived the seventh grade. A miracle, in my eyes. this year was the hardest of my life. So many things happening, changing. But I made it, and summer's here at last. :)

Waking up late, spending al my time reading, writing, and playing an addictive pirate game are the fun parts. But I might be able to get a summer job this year.

Not much else to say, really.

I lied...

Okay, yes, I lied. I'm laying on my couch, seven hour past my last post, and creating another one. -_-;;...I'm really wanting to try adding pictures, so I guess I'll give it a shot. I'm watching the Tenchi Muyo DVDR's that Hannah loaned me. They are weird to watch because they have the Japanese words and the English words going at the same time. So instead of one person talking, there are two, and instead of two, there are four. It makes my head hurt to watch too many of them. They are really good though! I saw Tenchi years ago, when they had it on Toonami, but they got rid of it and now I am so glad to watch it again...My favorite character is, as they always seem to be, the youngest of the lot: Sasami. She's a kid with bright blue hair who is a cook...:)