So I've had so much schoolwork that I was pretty much going crazy. I had like three major breakdowns and was freaking about university applications which are NEXT. YEAR. Plus I had three art projects. Phew. Thank God they're all done. And it's almost Christmas! I go out to Calgary in five days, and Andrew comes out to me in ten. Been a lot of changes since the last time I've talked. I may not have a haircut yet, but I will soon, I'm getting bangs! Plus I'm getting new shoes - converse chuck taylors! orange ones! But those aren't big changes hah. Just cool ones. The awesome ones are the heart change, and the fact that I'm no longer a loner in the yearbook room. I love Wintersleep (they're a band) and I've outsmarted itunes. I can play Pirates of the Carribean on the piano, I love playing my new guitar, and I'm making a bag out of old clothes with the sewing machine. I've gotten rid of a bunch of stuff, one of my rooms is actually clean, and I've finished wrapping all my Christmas presents already. I'm not scared anymore, I haven't played Sims in like a year, and this is the first time since like october that I've been on the computer for over an hour. I read more than one book this week, and I've been taking the time out to write poetry. I was in the school play and loved every minute of it, I feel good about my body, and I think Individuality is cool. Skating is my new second favourite way to exercise and catch up on juice. I'm giving freerice (www.freerice.com) to hungry people, my dog and my camera are two of the loves of my life, and my friends and boyfriend mean more than anything to me. Two months can change a lot of priorities. I am Becca Thomas, artist.
To a Woman - A.M. Stephen
Who are you?
To one, you were a daughter
In whom he saw his own sunshine refracted -
an image in a drop of dew.
To one, you were a sister,
a weaker self.
Thinking of you,
he was a little contemptuous,
and a little proud.
To one, you were a sweetheart -
beauty incarnate to him -
a star that, following,
he became a hero and a poet.
To one, you were a wife.
Careful of his health,
prudent, useful,
you meant home to him.
To one, you were a mother.
He leaned upon you,
neglected you,
resented your vigilance,
and knew
that your love would not fail.
Yet,
these were but facets of you,
fragmentary gleams through windows
of the house which held your soul.
Teacher, artist, warrior,
ruler, merchant prince, and laborer,
a superb animal,
a strong and beautiful god -
these, too, you were -
a human being -
Man - the microcosm!
But we,
who saw only your sex,
passed you by,
blinded by the illusion
of separateness.
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