Saturday, March 29, 2014

An Old Blog

Tonight has been really, really, really boring so I was just looking through all of my blog drafts I have 27. I found this one. It reminded me of Spangle. I miss those long rocky roads and endless green wheatfields. This was one of the posts I made while out there, I think I did this one in March or April. Those clouds though!!!




I Love the sky, I love the sky, I love the sky. I really love clouds. I don't know what has happened to me since I came to Spangle but I have become so enthralled with nature. I love to just bask in the beauty that God has created. Chelsea and Sharyn laughed at me when I said this but it truly makes me feel emotional to look around at the beauty I see around me.


Wednesday, March 26, 2014

What were you thinking Kendra?

I can't sleep. Its 2 am in the morning and I am restless, too many things are running through my head for me to sleep.
 I've been doing these writing prompts that are supposed to get the creative juices flowing. Some of the activities have caused me to look within and somethings I would care to forget have resurfaced. On the positive side it has given me things of substance to write about but it has caused memories I would care to not remember to come back, hence the sleepless night to night.

In other news the other day I kind of accidentally picked up a random drunk guy off the street. It was a familiar street, right in front of the Highland Gym. I was on my way to a doctors appointment and as I was about to leave campus I heard a guy yell hey! The reason I stopped at all was because it was on campus. Everyone knows everyone on campus and your suppose to be nice to your Adventist neighbor right? 
I stopped my car, he asked if he could get a ride and I hesitantly let him get in my car. What could it hurt taking the guy to the store a mile down the road? Well as we approached the store he said no this isn't the right one its further down the road. Hmmm that doesn't sound right. I've driven on this road the whole year and I have never seen another store besides this one but naive, stupid, Kendra decides to believe the inebriated gentlemen and follow the directions he is suggesting. As we approach the highway he points to a road and he says that's it, turn here. I look and the sign says Dead End. I turn on the DEAD END street. 

At this point I am getting super scared. I'm headed down a dead end road with a strange man in my car and he is telling me to just go a little further down this road. The road goes from pavement to gravel and I decide that I should probably start to ask Jesus to forgive all my sins. As my heart races I decide to tell the guy I'm going to turn around and he says "oh I think its just around here." No this is someones yard, you sent me in the wrong direction, drunk individual. I turn around and than stop the car and ask him to get out, I have an appointment I'm going to be late for. He says uh no I don't think I can do that. I'm not sure what to do at this point and I shoot up another prayer to God to keep me safe despite my stupidity. I say well let me take you back to that other store we just past and he agrees, its about a mile down the road and all the way there I'm almost shaking cause I realize how dumb this decision was. We get to the store and thank the Lord he gets out! I drive away and breathe a huge sigh of relief. 

I have done some dumb things in my life but I think this probably tops them. I will never pick up a stranger even if he is on campus. Kendra what were you thinking? I wasn't thinking at all was I? 


Monday, March 10, 2014

In the summer time
Okay on a lighter note. I've been roaming the oldies on YouTube. I love music and I love this song! I don't care what anyone says I love this guys beard. One guy in the comments said it looked like a fuzzy helmet. This song just made me smile. I want to go live in the 70's for a day, no a week. :)
Strange Fruit
Southern trees bear a strange fruit,
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.

Pastoral scene of the gallant south,
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,
Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh,
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.

Here is fruit for the crows to pluck,
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop,
Here is a strange and bitter crop.

written by Lewis Allen
Warning Graphic images:
Lately I've been trying to broaden my horizon by reading different types of poetry.  I heard this song and then looked up the lyrics today and it was very moving. I love history, I enjoy studying the past of course I identify and have a particular interest in African American history. I really think that it is important to study our history I think it can help us to understand why we are the way we are today. Its hard to imagine that my grand father grew up when all of this was happening. If you want to hear the song which I suggest you can find it at this link on youtube:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h4ZyuULy9zs