BLAH!

Aloha,

   Sitting here, peering out the window of Hurricane Coffee Shop, in the rain shadowed Sequim, the day already beginning to unfold its true potential, I begin to ponder. A home to most of Washington's older generation, I find myself about to use their recreational center for some soothing and well needed hot tub time. AHHHHHhhhhh. I reread that, and it makes me feel a little gross inside and soon to be gross outside as well.
   A good long while ago Mt. Baker decided it was best to hit my car with their loader. The giant piece of machinery that plows the upper lot for Heather Meadows. Sure my car was buried for the most part, but when I went to dig it out, I could still see the windows! Thus, I have some damage done to the right side of my car, the doors are dented along with the wheel well a little and the loss of my side view mirror. Life is pretty funny sometimes. I chatted with the head honcho Duncan last week about some compensation for the damages.
   "Yes, Duncan, I signed that piece of paper when I moved in..." I reluctantly said. Either way, my hard attitude and perseverance came through in the end and two days ago I got some compensation! Cheers.
   None of you needed to know that, pretty boring actually. Why did you keep reading it? Plus, what a terrible transition from awkward first paragraph too second life paragraph. To tell you the truth, I don't even know why I am even blogging anything right now. Maybe it's because I feel really, really good? End thought.
   Continue other random thoughts:

   A visage with gentle curves, slight roundness with a purpose

beautiful, I imagine the taste of your lips, sweet like a Honeycrisp

You drown me in your clumsiness 

in a way that speaks of deadly elegance

but you seem to never wear a dress, so its irrelevant

You've got me trapped like an animal

captured like a picture

I'm stuck in my own head

Knowing the words I should have said won't matter when you've already come to pass

Come to think of it, speak up you fool! 

you have everything to say and nothing to lose

Though I find myself frozen

How would anything ever happen?

I am constantly in motion and can't settle for just a brief notion

of what love could have been.

One day I'll shed myself of this fool costume.

   In other words, Tuesday night mixed doubles disc golf at Lincoln Park in Port Angeles?! $100 ace pot is going to be mine!

   I'm in love with life, that is all dang nabbit!

Dream Spirit.

   It must have been around 1:00 a.m. last night and I really can't tell you if I was even asleep. I was lying in my bed, the bottom bed of a bunk bed (there is no one atop me) and the only person in the room. I have a blanket draped over from the top so you can't see all the crazy things I am doing in here if you know what I mean. I was just laying there, on my left side, facing the wall, attempting sleep or maybe in the first stage of sleep, like I said I am not too sure. I get uncomfortable when I lay on my side for too long, it hurts my shoulders and my hip. So I casually turned over to face the draping blanket. Maybe my eyes were open already, maybe my eyes were closed and this was a dream, however real it felt. It felt really real. Right in front of me is someone, underneath the blanket drape, looking right at me, inches away from. I jumped and retreated with my back to wall. 

   "Who is that?' I half chuckled with fear dripping into my veins, pumping my heart like steam engine. 'No, really! Who the fuck is that?' thinking it's just someone else that lives up here, fucking with me. 

   This person hasn't moved and at this point I am terrified. I grabbed my pillow and pushed/threw it in the face of this person. My adrenaline was like the last seconds before a car crash, I could feel my whole body. I reached over to the far side of the blanket, where the light and door are. I fumbled for a second or two, but I managed to get the door open. Light spilled in from the hallway. My scared eyes instantly grew wide while scanning the inside of my room. Nothing. No one. I thought I had heard the click of the bathroom door. A door that leads into the bathroom, then the next room whom we share a bathroom with. Questions of reality were filling me head, I kept the door open for at least a minute or two more. Maybe the culprit would exit the other room, thinking they had escaped their prank. Nothing. No one. 

   I kept the door open, kept the light spilling into my room. The room across from me had my friend inside of it, door open and playing video games. He was the only person that would have done this to me and there was no way he could have casually made it across the hall from the far room and began playing video games. My hairs were on end like a scarred cat stuck in a tree without night vision. I tore the blanket drape down and left the door ajar. I lied back down, relieved but in a state of minor shock. I would say it didn't take me much longer to fall asleep, I was really quite tired. But for the first 10-15 minutes I couldn't keep my eyes closed for more than a minute.

   What spirit is watching me? Who were you? Next time, speak up... Don't leave me hanging there, in the dark.

feeling small, in the largest of worlds.

There are so few of us up on this mountain.

Such a large and wild space.

It is truly an amazing, infinite feeling.

Dancer.

Apart we will begin to dance to our own melodies as if god pushed play at the same time hoping that fate would cure our maladies, He saw that we were on a different time scale but we would eventually meet and together we would cure our misery's.

Let's take god out of the equation, and we can leave fate at the front door, knocking.  

I'm dancing in this life to the tune of the world. Crashing waves and fireworks, wind in trees and swift creeks, loud feet on concrete and horns from the human swarm. A yell from the alley way or a sell for a cure to a bad day. These toes are tappin'. Most would think my movements drastic and spastic, but I talk with my hands a lot so listen up and join in. Maybe this is a good idea? A school to dance to the sounds of the world... like class next to waterfalls, or frantic flailing in shopping malls. Not a school, no one needs to learn how to do this, its just listen to what's around you and move it, shake it, create it. I'll make this one flyer, come join me on getting higher, a time and date, now time to wait. 

Ohh... that's rhythmic, I've already laced my dancing shoes up, the time is right and the knocking is at my door, surely not my neighbors. But what if it's the mail man? A creak in the door, I do a twirl and end in a flourish... It's just the mail man,"Sorry son, we've lost your package." My chest drops and ties a knot, he turns to leave and there wiggling fingers to the BLEEP BLOOP of the mail mans machine is a dancer, she states her name "I'm Fate." My first answer.

RUBBISH! THE BEST VEGETABLE ON THE TABLE!

Shalom,
   I can't say that it is often I have a 40 minute phone conversation. I can't say that it's often I have a 4 minute phone conversation, but when the right person gives you a call... DAMN, life is good. Cheers Elliot Williams, keep up the good body language and keep killin E-Dawg style!
   Sometimes I am just so full I spill. Maybe I'm full of shit or laughter, tears of happiness or tears of sadness, full of light or even sometimes full of darkness. What I am trying to say is the glass that is myself is an ever changing shape, but it is always overflowing with something. Whatever the day brings has a part in shaping what I am and how I react reveals who I am as a person. I feel if my reactions are true and I don't hold anything back that I am then the best person I can be. When not holding anything back I begin to spill and my contents are something that people can enjoy soaking in. Perhaps if I spill enough people will begin to remember how I've made them feel, how I may have had a part in the filling of their own glass. I want those glasses most importantly to be filled with happiness and awe. I want then for the glasses of others to spill themselves, thus creating a cascade effect. Maybe then, just maybe, the world will begin to be a better place.
   I guess it's time for a poem.

We don't need wings to learn to fly
On chance alone you cannot get by
In everything you do just try

Try

Be bolder than your shadow
Let your fear go
If it's dangerous, just know

Try

When you walk, leap
If you cannot be strong, be weak
Gain knowledge, be heard, speak

Try

If the odds are a million to one
You will never be done
Believe in yourself, and you've won.

Get it Off.

Let me take a moment before I start... Oh wait... I guess I just took a 2 month moment. I guess I can begin again now.

Why hello,

   Dearest of dears and deers and bears and beers and Beers (which is a bear/deer, terrifying bear with antlers, but a cute white cottontail of course) please excuse my lack of button pushing for the past few howevers. I have been lost in a world within ours, sunk deep in shallows of the highest peaks of the North Cascades. I have grown, I have took leaps into no bounds, I have tried and failed, tried and conquered, conquered failure, and danced the fine lines of life itself. Life is good, as always, however troublesome, my heart continues its beat, and damnit, the rhythm is a pace that challenges me to keep up. Just the way I like it.
   Spring is here and my job at Mt. Baker is nearly ending. I have gone from the rope tow to double black diamonds in one season. Gone from falling to flying, punching my board to grabbing and holding. I now ride with a fervor I only dreamed of as a kid watching videos of epic backcountry snowboarding. This place will forever hold its spot in my heart as an intense, beautiful, and epic adventure. The people, the views, the powder, the silence, the noise, the gentle flakes of bliss. I couldn't have had a better season and to most people, the season has been shitty (as far as snow goes). But hey, not everyone's glass is overflowing.
   What will summer bring? A whole new adventure. From mountains to the San Juan Islands. I will be working for a YMCA Summer Camp called Camp Orkila on Orcas Island leading 14-17 year old kids on 1-2 week bike tours throughout the San Juans. Bike rides and getting paid, what's better? I'm not to sure, but maybe I shouldn't speak so soon because what if it sucked... HA! See what I did there?
   I couldn't be more blessed by the family and friends that push me. I have a desire to see the world and its slowly coming into view. The most beautiful view. One where it'll leave my mouth hung open, an awe moment. Ideas are brewing, countries are calling, travel surges through my blood like I'm a nomad whose been trapped by the lines on a map. Well, I guess I just have to keep drawing my own map in hopes that someone can find it worthwhile.
   This has been a short post, written within 25 minutes at a coffee shop in Bellingham, Washington. I have things to do, people to see, and poops to take. The future will hold more, so much so that I will spill some onto the virtual pages on the internet. Stay tuned, somewhat.

Cheers,
   Moey Jichels.