Sun Seeker

Sun Seeker by Allie Crafton
Hello Gatekeeper
I am the Sun Seeker
Pining my way through the trail
And if I owned a penny
oh a pretty penny
I’d give it not you
but a well
A well made for wishing
Who’d cherish her hope
Letting her glimmer through time
Her thought it would smoke
Through your chains and your rope
High to the mountains it’d climb
Til’ Sun it would kiss
The burning a bliss
Fullfilled
As when making a rhyme
Goodbye Gatekeeper 
No longer you keep
Me without the walls
For my soul tore them down
And made life out of a skip
And a crown~*

A Bit of My Poetry~*

I glanced up 


and my glitter caught the moon.
Gazing at the crescent stilled sway 
among the nimbus clouds dark.
Baking a warm cheese rustica inside of me.
It called out to my heart, my being-
It grasped, reached, pulled at my soul-
Saute'ing up my memories spicy, salty. 
I looked, saw
it cradling my heart and passion.
Thank you Lord for the moon.


Tonight we lived

togetherness made
love overcame
celestial joy nearly touched
hearts felt what daily God feels
Truth wrought
happiness beamed and brought
from the table 
to the dance 
From the song 
to the embrace 
In a picture of time
we understood 
clarity rang
eyes saw 
miracle
in the ones 
we love





Wind gives me strength.  

Cold air gives me breath.  
Looking at the two, with different eyes, 
Feeling them with different arms, face, hands, 
I feel and see a beauty. 
Oh! The cleaning of my lungs! 
My muscles brace up,
My hair untangles,  
My body yearns to fly! 
Embracing the wind.  
Embracing the cold. 
Gifts from God. 
I look into them and find myself Pristine and blooming.


Longer fingers, Longer toes
determined to have a looser ring
lifted cheek, jaw, collar bones




Inspiration dry
Help search
My heart in such tangles
And you
My comb...
But up and left
for my heart only to unravel
and then
jumble muddle snarl knot
back to where it was
before you rearranged
it and found my center
But you left
with no feeling yes
And dancing eyelashes
blinking to the
tear drop quiver
Were the only story I could write

And now my mind in want of saving
The sense of you
Beyond my reaching
I saw myself giving up
Skin turning hard
Fencing in my heart
and all i want is a new start

So i tried with
Me Inside To Catch Heart
but yes was no once
more and it was then
I realized my missing
was me

I've Got Troubles...But Not Today




What is in my heart tonight? Hmmm...that life is good, even though sometimes you may feel like it's turning its back on you. We all have been through really hard things. I'm sure every one has asked at some point in their life, "Why me? Why is this happening to me?" But there is always an answer waiting for you at the end of the long road of trouble. And it is all made clear to you at the end of your struggle. You see, there will always be hardships, heartbreaks, disappointments, and failures in life, and we need to come face to face with this fact and accept it, and then choose to be happy. Don't let the little things get you down. The big things may wear on you, but have faith that in the end your pain will be worth its hurt, and it will make sense and be healed one day. Happiness truly is a choice, it's not a luck, chance, or an effect. We can either decide to see the gloom behind our clouds or the beauty within their sublimity.
~~*

Quoting it Up

“Why should we be in such desperate haste to succeed, and in such desperate enterprises? If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away.”


“The great challenge which faces us is to assure that, in our society of big-ness, we do not strangle the voice of creativity, that the rules of the game do not come to overshadow its purpose, that the grand orchestration of society leaves ample room for the man who marches to the music of another drummer.”
-Hubert H. Humphrey


Passion
"Passion, it lies in all of us, sleeping... waiting... and though unwanted... unbidden... it will stir... open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us... guides us... passion rules us all, and we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love... the clarity of hatred... and the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion maybe we'd know some kind of peace... but we would be hollow... Empty rooms shuttered and dank. Without passion we'd be truly dead.”
-Josh Whedon,the screen writer of Toy Story

kelly rae: truth + beauty

kelly rae: truth + beauty: "(prints available here )

Some delicious from Kelly Rae today~

i hope to always remember these moments. the ones where the baby and i are sleeping together on the bed, me on my back, him on my chest, him drooling, me blissed out while we sleep together, skin to skin, heart to heart.

or the moments when he's soothed by my holding him tight, when he giggles over john's growing beard, when he coos with his favorite book, or chomps ever so vigorously on his fave apples+blueberry mix.

motherhood has been the single biggest gift in letting it all go. in keeping my heart open. i've never leaned so deep into the chaos before and enjoyed its tiny scattered pieces. the discomfort passes, i suppose, with the immersion of it, and here i am, happily functioning in everyday complete chaos! it is heartbreaking and hearthealing all at once, every single moment of every single day.

there really is no roadmap on this unending spiritual exploration of truth and beauty. i hope it will always be led by heart and by soul.

Life is Wonderful

photo NOT by me :)


Life is Wonderful
Jason Mraz


It takes a crane to build a crane




It takes two floors to make a story
It takes an egg to make a hen
It takes a hen to make an egg
There is no end to what I'm saying
It takes a thought to make a word
And it takes some words to make an action
It takes some work to make it work
It takes some good to make it hurt
It takes some bad for satisfaction
life is wonderful
life goes full circle
life is wonderful





It takes a night to make it dawn
And it takes a day to make you yawn brother
And it takes some old to make you young
It takes some cold to know the sun
It takes the one to have the other
And it takes no time to fall in love
But it takes you years to know what love is
It takes some fears to make you trust
It takes those tears to make it rust
It takes the dust to have it polished
life is wonderful
life goes full circle
life is so full of
life is so rough
life is wonderful
life goes full circle




life is our love
It takes some silence to make sound
It takes a loss before you found it
And it takes a road to go nowhere
It takes a toll to make you care
It takes a hole to make a mountain
It is so meaningful
It is so wonderful
It is meaningful
It is wonderful
It is meaningful
It goes full circle
Wonderful
Meaningful
Full circle
Wonderful 
UP ONLY
photo by Allie Crafton
TODAY
START WITH TODAY.
BE SOMEONE EXTRAORDINARY TODAY.
HOW DOES IT FEEL TO HAVE YOUR BODY?
HAVE YOU USED IT LATELY? 
STRETCH.
WALK.
RUN.
TWIRL.
LOOK. 
UP.
WHAT DO YOU SEE?
THERE ARE NO BARRIERS.
NO COMPETITION.
ENJOY BEING YOU.
NOW.
NO WAITING. 
WITH YOUR PRESENT ARMS, PRESENT TUMMY, PRESENT LEGS AND BUMB.
YES EVEN YOUR BUMB.
ENJOY YOU NOW.
OR YOU NEVER WILL.
BE WHO YOU ARE TODAY, TODAY!
LOVE YOURSELF.
DON'T GIVE UP ON YOU.
THERE IS A SIGN ALWAYS IN FRONT OF YOU
WITH AN ARROW POINTING TOWARDS THE SKY
READING: UP ONLY.
REMEMBER THAT.

Language



Through language we find...God?
Through our wrestle with language we find answers to our wrestle with God.
In form we discover more about a topic/theme.
What is language?
In language's imperfectness it is still somehow most adequate; it creates a *~magic~* that makes it so.
Will there be language in Heaven? Words? or just flowing thoughts and ideas that everyone understands? [But then I think that-] just as the question of "will there be food in heaven?" makes me think "YES! for there is a real art and pleasure in culinary creation (and partaking;))" So I argue that yes there will be language in Heaven for there  is art and pleasure in it, in the words, literature, and form!
English, by the way, is not God's language. What is HIs language?


Poetry I Like

    I boom-mumble   I bass-blow             I gulf-cross   I listen-talk
    I hull-heavy   I big/slow                        I moon-map   I wave-walk
    I boat-bump   I limpet-skin                  I tail-turn   I time-keep
    I soft-sink   I sky-swim                            I ship-wreck   I song-seek
    I sea-search   I salt-swallow                 I blue-blood   I grumble-sing
     I bone-backed  I fluke-follow    I fish-heart   I dream-king





    IV





      Henry Wadsworth Longfellow



    Click here for a beautiful reading of the poem by Longfellow himself!



    With snow-white veil and garments as of flame,


    She stands before thee, who so long ago


    Filled thy young heart with passion and the woe


    From which thy song and all its splendors came;



    And while with stern rebuke she speaks thy name,


    The ice about thy heart melts as the snow


    On mountain heights, and in swift overflow


    Comes gushing from thy lips in sobs of shame.


    Thou makest full confession; and a gleam,


    As of the dawn on some dark forest cast,



    Seems on thy lifted forehead to increase;


    Lethe and Eunoc--the remembered dream


    And the forgotten sorrow--bring at last


    That perfect pardon which is perfect peace.




    photo by: Allie Crafton

    Nothing Gold Can Stay

    by Robert Frost

    Nature's first green is gold 

    Her hardest hue to hold. 

    Her early leaf's a flower; 

    But only so an hour. 

    Then leaf subsides to leaf. 

    So Eden sank to grief, 

    So dawn goes down to day. 

    Nothing gold can stay.

    --------------------------------------------------------------------------------

    photo by: Julie Parker

    SONNET 116

    Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come: Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom.    If this be error and upon me proved,    I never writ, nor no man ever loved.  -- William Shakespeare
    Steve Sara Sausalito Artist

     in just-

      in Just-
      spring       when the world is mud-
      luscious the little
      lame balloonman
      whistles       far       and wee
      and eddieandbill come
      running from marbles and
      piracies and it's
      spring
      when the world is puddle-wonderful
      the queer
      old balloonman whistles
      far       and       wee
      and bettyandisbel come dancing
       from hop-scotch and jump-rope and
      it's
      spring
      and
           the
                   goat-footed
      balloonMan       whistles
      far
      and
      wee
      e.e. cummings 

Sunrise clouds above Lac Blanc, Aiguilles Rouges, Chamonix, France

Pied Beauty

Glory be to God for dappled things –
   For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;
      For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings;
   Landscape plotted and pieced – fold, fallow, and plough;
      And áll trádes, their gear and tackle and trim.
All things counter, original, spare, strange;
   Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
      With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:
                                Praise him.

Alexandra


A bit of me~*
My name is Alexandra Crafton, also known as Allie Rammell :) 
I am 22 and 
love to live deeply and meaningfully. 
I am married to my best friend Jordan W. Crafton, who fills me with more joy than I ever thought possible. 
We are both students and are enjoying living from apartment to apartment until we can afford a place of our own. 
My passion is English -- the writing the reading the history... 
I love photography and am working now at improving my touch with the lens. 
Astronomy fascinates me. 
Fashion thrills me. 
Art moves me. 
I am a girl of many sides -- 
apart of all I've met. 
I like to collect things, 
from bottles and shells 
to quotes and magazine pages, 
from hats and shoes 
to books and journals, 
from ideas and philosophies 
to truest friends and family. 
I play the guitar. 
I am working on my first novel. 
Volleyball is my sport, 
Harp my instrument, and 
Science  my subject. 
I love children and find every 
culture fascinating. 

About

Bloomability is a blog filled with poetry, photos, music, musings of Alexandra, and an eclectic of many more delights~*~all with a focus on the bloomings and possibilities of life.


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