The Writings and Rambings: The Rain

The rain is pounding
I never really liked rain
I pull up the hood of my sweat shirt
Holding the hands of those on either side of me
I begin to sing with the others
Eventually I reached the door frame
I stepped outside
The cool rain felt good
I let my hood down The rain engulfed me
Nothing felt better
I felt alive

Odette

The Writings and Rambings: To My Best Friend

It is almost like that song
You know the one
It goes like, "I've got sunshine on a cloudy day.
When its cold outside, I've got the month of May"
Only I don't love you like the singer loves his girl
I love you the way only a best friend can

I love the way I can call you any hour when I need to talk
I love the way you got me from the beginning
I love the way your smile makes me instantly happier
I love the way you really don't care about my weirdness (let's face it you are just as strange)
I love the way you are stupid enough to be my best friend

Odette

The Writings and Rambings: I'm Too Nice for That

I wanted so much to yell
To scream
To call you names
To hurt you

But I'm too nice for that
It seems I'm too nice for a lot of things

So instead I avoided you like the plague
Except I had a part to play
I had a duty so I was a professional

Then I couldn't stand it
I had to stop this silly charade
I wanted to be friends
I thought it was what I needed
But I was at a loss for words,
for once

Eventually we talked
And we were friends again
But I still wanted to yell
To scream
To call you names
To hurt you

But I'm too nice for that

Odette

The Writings and Rambings: Paradise

A paradise untouched by society
Civilization inhabits this paradise
For civilization is different than society
If society encroached upon this paradise,
paradise will be lost
If paradise is lost,
all will be lost

Never assume paradise is safe
You must fight to save it
Never forget that
Someone will always fight to destroy you paradise
Just remain strong

Odette

The Writings and Rambings: You

This place was my escape

An island away from them,
and you
It never seemed this day would come
Now you are back
Everything has changed
I am irritated all the time
I am exiled to one room,
literally and mentally
No one sees fit to stop you
And this terror you bestow
All I can to is pray and hop
Pray for patience
And hope these years pass quickly

Odette

A New Segment

Today I am announcing a new segment called 'The Writings and Ramblings'

I recently started writing in a journal in vignette type things. This has been good for me. So I am going to start next week, only I will be at camp! So I am going to type them up and set them to post some time next week. And the week after that. And the week after that. So on and so forth.

Enjoy!

Odette

So I know I said I would not post today but...

I had to!

In my Theatre class, our final exam requires us to present a monologue where we choose something from our life that has "made you who you are today". I choose Camp in general. And I wrote my first draft of my piece today. Here it is:

At Champ Chanco on the James, where I spent my last seven summers, there is a very special evening called Indian Night. It is the last night and is my favorite night of all.
In 2001, my first year, I was tapped into the Mattaponi tribe. (Song) The Mattaponi’s receive a feather and a word. Friendship. The friends I have made at camp are my truest friends and I would be with them all the time if I could.
My second year, 2002, I was tapped into the Pamunky tribe. (Song) Pamunkies receive a feather and a word. Love. At Chanco, I truly learned what it meant to love a group of people. The group of people may be my friends or I may not even know them but I love them. To feel that same love from everyone is just as powerful.
2003 was my third year. I was tapped into the Powhatan tribe. (Song) Once again a feather and a word are given. Spirit. The spirit of Chanco is what has carried me through my lowest points. Just knowing that I would be returning to that community of my friends who love me so unconditionally is the light at the end of the tunnel.
My fourth year, 2004, required me to be initiated into the Order of Chanco. Initiation starts the night before Indian Night and is very spiritual and secret, so I am not allowed to reveal the particulars. Initiates do not receive a song but they do receive a feather and a word. Trust. In my seven years at Chanco, I have learned that my Chanco friends are the only friends I can trust 100%. I love them for that. They are an essential part of what I believe to be the Spirit of Chanco so I trust them with everything.
Fifth years and beyond are members of the Old Order of Chanco. Old Order receives no song, no word, no feather. Instead, members of the Old Order receive a bond. A bond of friendship. A bond of love. A bond of spirit. A bond of trust. This bond extends to any member of the Old Order whether they attended Chanco in the 60s or the 80s or the 2000s.
Friendship. Love. Spirit . Trust. Bonds. You cannot have one without the other. Those five things are what have morphed me into who I am today.

NOTE: This is a Work in Progress!

Thoughts?

ALSO NOTE: This does not mean every Friday i will post i have yet to decide that!

Odette