A Dream of Glowing People

What if we all glowed? No, not the Mormon glow. That's real stuff (I think.) I'm talking about the fake stuff. The kind of stuff that I wish was real, but sadly it isn't. 

I had a dream last night, a very odd dream. I had a dream where thousands of people gathered in a government building of some sort. It was a very beautiful building with large columns surrounding the entire exterior. You may think that this building sounds normal based on this much of my description. But it wasn't normal. It was a translucent building. You could see the outlines of the people, holding flashlights. They were protesting against... something... odd...The next thing I knew, they had all swallowed their flashlights. If that's not odd enough, they all started floating.

I don't know why I just told you that. It's fine.

I secretly have a wish to glow. It's not a secret anymore. It's fine. Don't worry, I won't go and swallow a flashlight! That would be odd. And painful. I wish I would glow every time I became extremely happy. Oh what a beautiful image! A glowing girl with permagrin. (Sad news! I was recently informed that permagrin isn't a real word! I think I'm going to cry. No matter, it is a real word in my dictionary. It's fine.)

Don't swallow your flashlight.

Lahve always,

Maddiey

p.s. Lose french braids (with strands of hair that have fallen out of the braid) are comfortable. They are my new favorite.

Reason why Books are so Important

'Do you know why books such as this are so important? Because they have quality. And what does the word quality mean? To me it means texture. This book has pores. It has features. This book can go under the microscope. You'd find life under the glass, screaming past in infinite profusion. The more pores, the more truthfully recorded details of life per square inch you are. That's my definition, anyway.  Telling detail. Fresh detail. The good writers touch life often. The mediocre ones run a quick hand over her. The bad ones rape her and leave her for the flies.

'So now do you see why books are hated and feared? They show the pores in the face of life. The comfortable people want only wax moon faces, poreless, hairless, expressionless. We are living in a time when flowers are trying to live on flowers, instead of growing on good rain and black loam. Even fireworks, for all their prettiness, come from the chemistry of the earth. Yet somehow we think we can grow, feeding on flowers and fireworks, without completing the cycle back to reality. Do you know the legend of Hercules and Antaeus, the giant wrestler, whose strength was incredible so long as he stood firmly on earth? But when he was held rootless, in midair, by Hercules, he perished easily. If there isn't something in that legend for us today, in this city, in our time, then I am completely insane... Well, there we have the first thing I said we need. Quality texture of information.'

Amen to Ray Bradbury. To get the other two reasons why books are so important, see Fahrenheit 451 pg. 83-85. I would put them here but that would make this post a novel.

Read a book.
Lahve always,
Maddiey

Day Fourteen: Again.

I swear I just did this post! Yeah, I did. Four days ago.
That's okay.
Again, I don't find it important to tell you what I am wearing.

Can I just say I am addicted to photography? Yes, it's true. Everything I think always ends up being related to photography in some way. This summer I plan on putting together a shoebox full of photos. My favorites. Summer memories. Best smiles.

The sun came out today. It is getting warmer. I always hear that it gets warm before the storm. I hope that's not true. I just want it to be warmer.

Don't be afraid to take chances.

Lahve always,

Madison

Day Five: Definition of LAHVE

Love is what brings family closer, what keeps friends laughing. The two "f" words you can't live without.

Love is a stranger who pulls over to help you change the tire on your car.
Love is a dear friend who listens to your nonsense.
Love is what makes and sometimes brakes a girls heart.
Love is simplicity.
Love is the sound of the man's voice that makes me melt.
Love is the sound of laughter.
Love is the tears that you shed for another human being.
Love is adventure.
Love is the adrenaline you feel when you try something new.

To my friends:
I love you guys. Really, it's no joke. You add color to my black and white photograph. Your tears are my tears. Your joys are my joys, too. You guys help me realize the beauty and simplicity that is all around me. You allow me to adventure, try something new. I trust you. You are great. You are awesome- you have the most amazing smile (Validation)

To my family:
I love you. I would be nothing without you. Our frustrations and the pain we feel only makes us closer. With you, I can be anything I want and I don't have to worry about being too much of anything. We are all odd with many differences, but we come together to make one lovely family. You are my friends- some of my bests. Don't change. Don't leave. Let's be a forever family.

Give love. Take love. Be love.
Lahve always,
Madison

Day Three: Got to Lahve these WEIRDalls....

If you wanted to get to know the strangest people I know, these two would probably be it.

My dad has a beautiful smile. His laugh is more like a wheeze, a search for air, but I must admit: it is quite contagious. He can answer any question you ask him. If he doesn't know the answer (which is extremely rare) he'll Google it for you. He is constantly making cheesy jokes, making it impossible to be bored at our home. He makes the best cookie dough and homemade bread. Some days, he will come home from work and say, "Hey I worked out today, can you tell?" Uh... yeah, dad...

My mom is always running. Running outside, running errands. She is always working hard to make sure our family is running the right way. She is very creative. She always knows how to make you laugh. Unlike my dad, she struggles to work the computer. It's hilarious to just sit there and watch her try to work things out ;) Sometimes you wouldn't know she is 43- She tends to act like a teenager. She is very social and headstrong.  She has a killer whistle that I believe will make me deaf one day.

You can never be bored with these crazy kids at home (oh, does that make you feel young? sorry, you're not ;). When you get them together, they go crazy. They make life at home colorful. Moving out after high school is going to be harder than I thought.

Ma, Pa,
I lahve ya.
Don't forget it.

Lahve always,
Madison

hello world

hello world,

welcome to the new year.

i love new years. it's a chance to become new. a new you. its a chance to put behind your past completely and just look forward. i don't believe in the whole write-down-your-goals deal. we all know that we end up writing down more goals than we can handle and we forget more than  half of them by the middle of february. just live them! don't write them down- live them!

i've decided that with this new year i am not going to care what people think of me- their opinion doesn't matter anymore. i am going let out the me that i have been nervous to let out. i may be odd, but who cares? 

dear old self,

 SEE-YUH!!!

dear new self,

hello! it's nice to finally meet you!


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Lahve

Yeah.

I am in love.

Lahve, that is.

And it feels good.

I was reading in one of my favorite Christmas books, The Gift, when I came across something that describes what I call, the best kind of lahve! (Since it is written in the perspective of a man and I am a woman, I am going to change words to make it so the quote fits me, a woman.)

"[He is handsome]- not in a magazine cover way, but to my way of thinking, even better. [He is] comfortable."

The best kind of lahve makes one 

comfortable.

Comfortable as in the way two puzzle pieces come together, fitting perfectly. There is no question whether or not they actually fit- colors and shape- it all comes together comfortably.