L'aura del Campo

Almost the New Year

Winter 18 'Ala (March 19)

2006-03-19
afternoon, 45 degrees. 58 in Fayetteville, NC.

Soon my aunt will be moving from misty North Carolina to the dry lands of Arizona. She's ecstatic. She's felt sociaally isolated in Carolina. Maybe once she is back in the Mesa area, it'll be better for her.

I felt that way living in the East. Lived there because I didn't know what else to do. Always felt Kansas was home. Now it feels more like a prison. Getting my car back on the road would help a lot.

Happiness is found within; but, hanging around miserable people doesn't make it easy.

The Bahá'í New Year begins tomorrow evening. I've already received a couple Naw-Ruz greetings.

Tuesday, I list my writing goals for the new year, 163.

GETTING TO KNOW ME

158. Tattoos? No , I hate needles! Should've heard me scream in anticipation as a child. Well ... maybe not.

159. Tranquilizers? My friends would prescribed one if I'd take one. High strung like a prize thoroughbred.

160. Dance? Only if I think you are not looking! Or the floor is so crowded, no one will notice.

161. Move my toes. Yep, I can still see them, but can't move them separately, especially two of the middle ones. Guess ya gotta practice on the piano early.

A cinquain sketched yesterday:

On God's Mountain

Poppy's
red petticoats
now dance among green leaves,
one gay bloom above the common
ivy. [162.808c]

O SON OF BEING! My love is My stronghold; he that entereth therein is safe and secure, and he that turneth away shall surely stray and perish.

~ Bahá'u'lláh, Arabic Hidden Words #9