Wednesday, January 22, 2014

Inspired poetry

She talks

Talk, talk, talk.
I watch her lips move, a tantalizing dance.
I don't hear what she says, a question by chance.
I don't respond, I didn't hear.
I avert her gaze out of fear.
Yet she continues, I have a sigh.
I could enjoy her words till the day is night.
Maybe one day I'll venture to ask.
But today it seems too great a task.
Away I go, off to walk.
Her lovely voice continuing to talk.

-Heather

So apparently I'm extremely self centered. I was talking a lot today and this came into my mind. Thinking, if someone worshipped me this would be their poem. lol

Sunday, January 12, 2014

Animals aren't people

In many circles this statement angers. Although it is truth and a simple statement, it threatens many relationships owners have fostered with their pets. I'm in no place to judge, but I simply don't understand the reasoning. I rationally see the appeal. A pet is loving, I won't argue they are capable of love. A pet is incapable of hatred, therefore you won't find your dog being bitter and vengeful. Most acts people humanize to be vengeful are territorial or dominating in nature and instinctual.

My problem lies in the acceptance of the lie that your relationship with your furry baby is greater than a relationship with offspring. It is simpler, shorter, and easier...but that doesn't mean it's better.

Adam fell that men might be and men are that they may have joy. Adam and Eve couldn't procreate in the garden of Eden, so it's easy to say that once they could feel the bitterness of life they could also glory in the joy of parenthood.

Even if you aren't religious try to think of it this way. Remember that adversity or "trial" you had that you pulled through and succeeded. Remember how even though it was awful you would do it all over to experience the joy of success? That is parenthood. And you never fail unless you don't try. Even if your daughter becomes a stripper, much to your dismay, you still made a human being. You created life. You did that! But this isn't about you anymore, and that's where the true joy comes from. You get joy out of being there for her when she realizes how much she needs you. You get joy seeing her accomplish her dreams, you get joy seeing her joy. You are especially joyous to see her become a parent and when you get to become a grandparent.

My point is, being a parent is extremely hard. Being a pet owner is not as difficult. And in experiencing more pain, you can appreciate more joy. So don't live your life to be simple and choose the easy way. Create a life with someone you love and enjoy spending your life with. It's an experience greater than anything I've ever had.

Now to correct a few assumptions that may come up.

I do not hate animals. I do not think treating an animal cruelly is ever acceptable. I appreciate life in all its forms. I do feel that animals are below humans, but for righteous purposes only. Such as food and companionship. Animals should be treated with respect as if they are equals. I do not think those who choose to not parent are less than me. I feel it's not the greatest decision, but I am not you and it may be the best decision for you. For those who cannot parent for one reason or another animal companionship is almost necessary and I highly advise it.If I left anything out assume the nicest thing and don't be offended. In this world of today it's sad I have to explain all my kindest and best intentions and they are not assumed.

-Heather

Wednesday, January 1, 2014

It's been a while

...since I posted anything. But I'm going to try harder and write my thoughts more. Since people seem to find me entertaining.

I'm currently watching lord of the rings, the twin towers. Sam just said there is some good in this world, and it's worth fighting for.

I have to say, any good is worth fighting for. If there were only two good people on this entire world...it would be worth it to save those two people.

Monday, June 17, 2013

Lessons from Dad

My dad has taught me so much in my life. I will express here a few of the most important things...and a few trivial ones.

Never give up. After being told he may never walk again, I'm glad he never gave up and can live to run with my children.

Be helpful. Just pray you're helpful when you aren't already late. That upsets the punctual people in the family.

Your wife is your queen, your daughter is your princess. Naturally the princess doesn't get away with murder because the queen is there. But being the queen to my own husband is pretty awesome. I love that my dad taught me how a woman should be treated.

Don't be too proud. He played tea parties, pretty pretty princess, and let me paint his nails. Nuff said.

Be nice to strangers, but shoot to kill intruders. Texans don't risk the lives of their loved ones to avoid a lawsuit from the robber's family.

Gunpowder is fun on holidays involving fireworks.

How to love my children with patience and kindness.

But most of all I learned gospel truths. Like how to love myself because I am a child of God. What makes me special simply being human? Nothing. I am special because I was made in the image of God. Even if some people call my family inactive, we are far from hopeless. Immovable testimonies abound. I remember how touched I always was when my dad would bear his testimony and I know Heavenly Father remembers them and knows their hearts.

Wishing everyone a lovely father's day.

- Heather Rand

Friday, June 7, 2013

Value

While watching hoarders my beliefs were reinforced. These people were never taught how to value themselves, more importantly why they should. Families are vital. If parents abuse their children, everything for the rest of that child's life is affected. Self worth. Consequences. Knowledge. Love. Integrity.

So I just wanted to tell someone, anyone, you are important. You are valuable. You are worth so much to the most important being in existence. Why? Because God made you, he knows your strengths, your weaknesses, your fears, your potential. Even through all your imperfections. You are so loved and so valuable.

If there is one thing I will make certain I give to my daughter, it will be the gift of knowledge that she has a heavenly father who loves us and we love him. She is a daughter of God, and she will always be cherished.

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Memories of Love

For some odd reason, after feeding Bri, I couldn't sleep. I found myself trying to remember the way my dad walked before the car accident. I could remember plenty of things, but not that. I remember the way his bullet proof vest and police uniform felt under my legs when I was on his shoulders at a parade or the art car show. I remember that same cologne he still wears to this day. I remember painting his nails and being daddy's little girl. But why didn't I ever think to pay attention to something as simple and personal as his walk.

Now I remember the gait akin to a penguin. Lopsided and labored, yet a constant reminder of the life he almost lost. A walking miracle.

After those few tough years of recovery he could walk, even run. I have fond memories of playing "cripple can't catch me", but cripple could corner you. Trying to recall the years before I turned ten I came across many wonderful memories.

I remember the first birthday I got roses like mom. Mom always got roses on our birthdays because she labored us. I remember the gun shows we would spend all day wandering through. I remember the few failed family home evenings that left the good readers in our family, Ryan and me, frustrated with the whole thing. I remember him holding me while I cried over a silly boy or two.

Most of all I remember the love that abounded in my home. I realize I'm so blessed to have such pleasant memories. Even if I wasn't raised by perfect people, a thought I rarely entertain.

I know mother's day just came up, so blogging about my dad seems a little out of place. But my mom is my best friend, she knows how important she is because I tell her almost every time we talk. My dad may feel he's just the one who passes the phone to mom. We talked this morning for about an hour. I could tell I don't talk to him enough because I'm in such a rush to tell mom something not important. I know as frustrating as his concept of punctual is I should strive to be more like him. Easy going, always making time to help others, and never giving up on life.

I only hope I can raise my daughter in a home as joyful and full of love as mine was.

-Heather Rand.

Thursday, April 11, 2013

Dreams

So I had this mildly confusing dream about gargoyles and alternate realities. It was cool. This is my attempt at writing it, a few parts skip around but that's the nature of dreams. Hope you like. Bri was a loud sleeper so I assume it's her fault I had weird dreams.

I froze, there at the desk was an enormous, winged beast. It's wings were beautiful and grand, dark, but with a pearl-like glow. It turned and had a face that I seemed to know.
"sister!" He exclaimed. "no need to fear of interrupting my work, I always have time for you!"
My confusion was gone, sometimes my dreams feel real.
"how is your work going, any progress?"
"yes," he paused with a slight fear in his eyes, "I can't explore my theories though, the king won't allow me to venture where I long to go. I'm considering going regardless."
The thought frightened me too, no one ventures below. Every now and again, there is ground beneath our grand cities in the sky. It rains often here, the lightening though is always a joy. The way it jumps from cloud to cloud setting the sky alight with blue. Beautiful.
"I'll go with you. He can't punish us both." A baby suddenly cried and I knew she was mine."I'll tend to her, inform me when the ground is dry."
The thought of disobedience was never on anyone's mind. It was always on Oren's. He only spoke of his concerns to his sister, and she always agreed with him. She made him greater than he ever would dare to be. For a moment he realized the lightening rages on, but the soft partner of rain did not. The time was now.
He carried his sister to the ground below. It was hard and cool with a scratchy texture. He looked to Heather and her child, and wondered for the first time why they looked so different from everyone else. They had no wings, they were smaller, they were pale. The more he stared the more he noticed, and wondered why he never noticed before. Heather walked on, carrying her infant. The rain would come soon so I followed her. It was then that we noticed a difference. The air became dry, and it seemed that a wall was before us. I determined I would cross it when the rain began.

Soon there was rebellion. I had scores of the people following me. A once shy, obedient kingdom was in disarray finally wondering if there was more to our world. We had never thought of it any other way but home. I was to meet the king to discuss my ideas that seemed to infect those around around me. Like a virus an idea could become contagious, changing everything.

"I wish to venture to the edge of the sky. Or follow the ground, cross the wall. A dear friend tried to fly to our limits and lightening struck him. This has never before happened." The king stared out the window pausing for a while.
"my son, I knew this day would come. Somehow, I knew you would be the first to question our life. I awoke in this place and flew till I was exhausted. I felt free, but the further I flew from the heart of the city where I began the more I noticed differences. The sky would light, but not with lightening. my mind would become fuzzy and confused. It was then I realized I needed to somehow block anyone else from leaving. for soon, I had a people to protect. All were like me, but called me king. They seemed to know no different. So I built the wall to keep us safe and familiar. The ground was as confusing as the outer walls, but once the walls were erected the rains flooded the ground.
I know not the why or how of anything. No one but you ever questioned so. You may venture out, and take Heather and her daughter. She doesn't belong here, but she never questioned either. Maybe you'll find her place. The wall is down. Be swift."

I ventured to the ground and followed the road. I drove quickly which frightened Heather. She jumped on the back to protect her daughter holding tight with her eyed closed. I noticed a light in the sky. "what is that?" It was misshapen and white, it brightened the road. "the moon." Heather became animated and looked intently out each window. She seemed to grow more excited, as I grew fearful. It was then that she looked at me with sadness and began to speak. Her words seemed strange and I couldn't understand. My head felt fuzzy.
Home, I finally felt like I belonged. The moon, the stars, it was becoming clear to me. I turned to the creature I called brother and felt an overwhelming sense of loss. He was foreign to me, but I knew him still. I tried to explain my thoughts and his eyes glazed. He became an animal before me, and the car stopped at a gas station. He refused to listen as I called to him trying to bring him comfort.
I knew then what father, the king, had meant. I felt alone and numb. I wanted to return, but I knew the wall would be up. Wall. What wall. Heather seemed further from me and her outstretched hand struck fear into my heart. I flew as far as I could.
I watched him fly away before noticing other people around me. I was on the outskirts of a town. I was home with my child, and I needed to find my place here. I felt determined, and soon my mind was a clean slate. No memories, no loss, new life.

-Heather