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earthkissed

Just me and my thoughts, most of them silly.

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Location: brisbane, queensland, Australia

I am a daughter, a sister, a wife, a mother, a friend. Sometimes I am good at these things, sometimes I am not.

Saturday, July 17, 2004

Here

I walk in
So this is where it happened
Where with foolish abandon
You laid down with death
But we waylaid him
And  you are still here
 
The book is still soggy
The stain of your recent visitor?
Or your mother's tears
There has been no time for that
Yet
 
Think next time
There is more than you
And the things you want
It's so still here
When so recently
It was abustle with screams

Friday, July 16, 2004

Just as I am

This is a song I hadn't heard for a really long time.  But as I was going through my cds putting them all in a database (song by song), I found it again...  It just never fails to move me.
 
Just as I am
--by Crimson Dive
 
Standing here on the corner
I'm looking up in the sky
Life is a cloud that quickly drifts by

walking down the sidewalk
I'm passing all the people
My heart it mirrors the sadness in their eyes

And these questions running round in my head
Sometimes I think that they would be better unsaid

Will you still love me, just as I am?
Will you still hold me, if I fall down again?
Will you forgive me, of all my sin?
Will you still love me, just as I am?

Sitting here on the park bench
I'm watching the children play
Tears on my face are falling, I've lost their innocent ways

Kneeling here on the hillside
Looking up in the sky
I hear the man, he's crying, why did he have to die?

And these questions running round in my head
Sometimes I think that they would be better unsaid

Will you still love me, just as I am?
Will you still hold me, if I fall down again?
Will you forgive me, of all my sin?
Will you still love me, just as I am?

Tears are falling, falling down my face
And my arms are outstretched, outstretched in grace
And you wonder my child how much I care
And I'll tell you that I, I will always be there

You will always love me, just as I am
You will always hold me, if I fall down again
You will forgive me, of all my sins
You will always love me, just as I am

Friday, July 09, 2004

The New Way

I have discovered the new way to study. It is the best way. What you will need for this way to study:
1. Bath
2. bubblebath
3. Lots of hot water
4. bath caddy (not necessary, but does assist)
5. Chocolate (once again not necessary, but does assist)
6. a cup of tea (and again not necessary, but does assist)
7. Notes to study, textbook, highlighter, pen.

Now the formula is quite easy. Put bubble bath in bath, up the end near the tap (make sure plug is in). Fill bath with hot water that you can just stand to lie in. sit in bath. Put your bath caddy across you with your cup of tea and chocolate. Rest your notes on it too (making sure they don't slip between the cracks and into the water - that was a close call for me!). Put your highlighter on caddy too. Have textbook on floor next to bath within reach, with towel for drying hands before touching paper.

This form of study allows you to relax completely as you study, so stress does not interfere with your study:) It's perfect. Alas, you can only study until the water cools down, after that you have to hop out of the bath and quit. It's a real dilemma, but apart from that small flaw, the whole thing's really quite effective.

Monday, July 05, 2004

Headache

cottonwool
Depart from my crowded head
That my thoughts may disentangle
From your paralysis
I am in need
Of the ability to think
Instead of mind-numbing
Dull
Aches


slacker

I have been so slack with my blog.... I don't know why... caught up in my sea of doing nothing (or at least that's how it feels) in medicine, I let this disease of apathy spread to my blog. Floating, floating, oh no - three months passed me by and I never noticed. Do you know what that means? I am actually living a shorter life then someone I live longer then, who notices every moment.... Oh well..... better run, got to go and find out what this "assessment" business at the end of hte week is about

Thursday, July 01, 2004

Dawning

the orange sun of morning is muted by the mist
Golden trees glow by the light with which they're kissed
And peace permeates until I cannot stand still
And my soul dances with this early morning thrill