Chelan-Tokala

Jake Gibbs died of what seemed to be a heartattack at the middle school soccer practice Wed. Feb. 17. He was in eighth grade. When a young one dies, the earth just seems to cry. The trees seem to droop a little and the sun hits them differently as if simply brushing their rough cheeks instead of embracing them in warmth. The tall grass doesn't sway in the wind with as much prupose. It just kind of gets pushed around. The wind becomes angry and it swings punches left and right, leaving a stinging cold against shaddowed faces. But there is a peace in the midst of all the darkness and sorrow and my heart is comfortable just soaking it all in.

The last entry was kind of odd and I felt kinda weird with it up on here. so I am writing a new one. ;) It was stormy today and I thought I had died and gone to heaven for a short while. And it wasn't the kind that reminds you of those annoying choo choo fireworks that just flash without a home afraid to see the world. The lightning tonight was the kind that knows where its going and it lingers for a while and your not quite sure if it is really sticking around for that long or if it's just your eye balls trying to make sense of it before it's gone. It was like the lightning just wanted to take a look around before it continued on its journe

The most frustrating question I ever heard. "Is there anything you can't do?" It stops me in my tracks everytime. I don't have anything to say to that because it is of no matter if I say yes or no, either way, I can't win. I am either big-headed, boastful or otherwise sarcastic or I am inconfident and small and grounded. So I bite my lip fake a smile and mumble a sickly "thanks". Sick from the churning conflict in my head as I try to find the righteous answer. I hereby declare myself neither boastful nor small! there are things I don't do, but nothing I can't. Is there anything I can't do? No gosh darnit! No! If I want to do it, I go out and