Friday, November 6, 2009

AUGUST 2009

ODE TO MY BROTHER

Though I have six incredible blood and 11 amazing in-law, they are not the ones I wish to honor at the moment. Rather it is my CE-4000 Computerized Brother that I wish to speak of.

My Brother


This dedicated and hard-working machine is helping make Spicy Designs possible (yes, a very little part indeed, but helpful all the same...so Spicy tells me). And that makes me feel good. It makes my Brother feel good too. Who knew that a surprise Christmas gift of 2 1/2 years would come in so handy!? Thanks E. You are my hero! (And I shall kiss you for that...)

I know it seems to some of you as if I have fallen off the planet... Sorry about that. Not much I can do about it at the moment... I'm doing all that I can of what I find most important at this precise time. Patience. (And prayers.) Here is what some of my evenings during the week (or Saturday mornings) look like...


And this is what my "PROJECT ZONE" (aka the Dining Room Table) looks like. This picture actually makes it look pretty clean and organized...

And that is all for now. Small doses. Precious few minutes of non-regulated time. Just know that I think about you all (over the hum of my Brother) and love you more than words can ever express.

Peace out.


FAMILY REUNION: PART 2

The Second Biennial Sorensen Reunion

E and I are headed out tomorrow at noon for St. George. We are going to grocery shop, food prep, and chill with my parents. Then it's on to Lake Powell for the rest of the week Wednesday morning! Whoop-whoop!

Lake Powell 2009
(This will be me starting Wednesday afternoon...though minus the blue...and beard)

Here we go!!!




A FEW FAMILY PIX




A POEM BY A. H. SORENSEN

The tidal wave has come once more
Pushing me to the ocean floor

The chances of survival: None
This time the massive wave has won

Gulping, gasping, pleading for air
I turn my head and see you there

Reaching - Sweet Angel - from above
Ready to left me with your love

But I cannot grasp your fingers
The fear and despair still lingers

I doubt myself, faltering faith
Fear and Faith, there cannot be baith

Tears streaming, heart beseeching - Pray
Deeply, calmly, gently you say:

It is time now, to stretch, My Love
It is time now, to move, My Love

The swirling waters disappear
I focus now on me, you, Here

My one last effort drains my soul
But we both see the common goal

Your strength and praise - Lift - pull me through
And now I know what I must do

Have Faith, bolster down, hold on tight
Just keep trying with all my might

And as a token, sweet and true
I once again look up at you

A gentle kiss left on my lips
Brings comfort, peace, and utter bliss

The hard and dreary times will pass
But time with you will always last


I love you, Sweet Angel

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