Granite Ghost Town Awaits

5/26/17

 

Dilapidated buildings were sprawled through out the woods. I can feel the history in the air. Granite Ghost Town lies 4 miles up a mountain in Montana.

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Drive up at your own risk! Zero maintenance roads ahead! My mom and I looked at each other once we read the sign. I was filled with excitement, but my mom was filled with worry. As our journey began, the road was becoming more narrow as we progressed. One side of the road clung to the mountain, the other side was a rugged cliff. Halfway up, the view to our side was spectacular! We could see the town sprawled out and the sunset beginning to take over the open sky. Once we made it to the top, many old buildings were left in pieces. But some with stood over the years, the building where the head honcho lived that took care of the town and one house that was owned by the last person to leave the town. She was an elderly lady that lived in this town for about 20 years alone!! Some of the parts of houses were becoming one with the trees in areas. The rest of the buildings lay in piles of rubble.

What a crazy place for a town! It is so high up in the mountain, plus this was in the days where vehicles were a new technology. But they created some machine that helped them bring down the rocks of silver and gold down where they could harvest it properly. The view left me in awe and the feeling here made me realize why so many would live in a place like this. Everything held tranquility in its grasps. I breathe in deeply and exhale, feeling a calmness.

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Twisted

Written in 2008

Tears dripped down her already wet cheeks splashing on her now damp paper. The only noise in the room was the patient sound of the clock, ticking with every tear. Her eyes finally became dry and puffy, but her heart felt a clenching ache. No one would ever see this, she thought as she tightly hugged her notebook. A deep gasp came out of her with realisation. 

Denial is a powerful thing. She pondered on that thought. Nothing would be the same again. She can no longer stare in awe and have so much passion towards him. 

No one can ever get that close, not again. 

Her mind starts to wonder to the past. She thought, what if it could work? But the thought slammed her back to reality. Her stonewall of security will now be barricaded. No one is getting in.


Her eyes travel to the ceiling as she feels the tears returning. She fights for control. No she will not cry again. She is stronger than that. Her heart has been trampled on before. So this should be easy to bare. 

Breathless Beauty

This new place leaves me breathless. Trees stand tall sporadically placed throughout the eye’s view. They wave as if they are alive in a breeze. Our small traditional red house’s backyard is a forest that came out of a fairy tale. 


Every morning our family begins our walk of adventure through the enchanted forest. The path seems to change everytime we go on a walk, as if trying to catch us off guard. A beautiful melody is heard throughout the trees. The birds are also enjoying this mystical place. 

As we begin our journey, our ears pick up the sound of flowing water from a stream nearby. Thoughts trickled through my mind. They have told me stories of fairies, trolls, and gnomes. This must be their lands. The mystifying area of dreams. 

My two months here in Sweden has been moving so quickly. New obstacles, dreams, and it feels at times I have been thrown into a fantasy world. I must find the Ring!!

Slithered in Evil

Written in 2008


At the beginning I had a feeling the outside would be bad. But I kept riding on this roller coaster. He came across as a nice guy maybe a little troublemaker, but nothing I couldn’t handle. 
Then everything went black. My life suddenly spun out of  my hands into his. 


An Evil grin spread upon his face as his eyes narrowed to slits. He started spatting venomous words at me. My heart dropped, and I kept feeling like it was my fault when I had done nothing wrong. Tears streamed down from my eyes, leaving salty trails behind. ‘I must be a Whore!’ He says I am.

For some reason, I believed his hateful words. I felt he was the only one who would accept me for how I am. So I never left. We were together everyday. No longer could I talk to my friends that were guys, because in my heart I knew those ghastly words would come out of his poisonous mouth. If he knew I had talked to boys, his body would soon radiate with how furious he was. My feelings would cower inside of me, waiting for his body to connect with my own. But I would never show him my fear, he could never break my pride. 

Fights began happening daily and he soon realized his grip on me was becoming loose. He tried to control me even more, trying to use drugs as my achille’s heel. But he soon found out, ‘ I’M NOT A DRUGGIE!’ I can say NO! So he began forcing me to eat pills and hits of acid. 

A otherworldy feeling took over my body. I could look at my own self, and I looked broken. My independent self was lost, no where to be seen. 

Something dark and menacing hovered over my body, whispering in a language never heard of. My body responded and let this human-like demon have a firm grip on me. 

Slowly, my eyes began to open again. I now realized some people do not have any good left in their hearts. I was just being a good person, letting someone close that needed help. Always seeing the good in people instead of what was really happening. For being a Caring person, I get stomped on and thrown in the dirt. I kept giving, even when I had nothing to give. My own heart was ripped out of my chest, then crushed. Right before my tear filled eyes. 

It’s his fault I had to leave a place that I had finally felt accepted. His own selfish intensions left me penniless, used, and broken hearted. But now I know, not to be so caring. I am stronger now! He pushed my mental capacity to its fullest. Now, I think I can take on the World. I am ready to step out of my hole once again.

Live to the Fullest!

Life keeps plunging forward as if it was a never ending tide crashing on the beach. The moon lights up the beach, making the waves glint with secrets and mystery. 
Many pass everyday, never knowing how beautiful each day holds. A simple breeze can be delicate, the clouds can hold joy. But yet people go on with their own lives,never taking the chance to enjoy what surrounds them. 


Some wonder why their life is so Boring. All they need to do is open their blinded eyes and see the World in a different light.


Hidden Tranquility

The smell of honey and tea wafted into my nostrils, before I even walked into the front door. A gypsy framed on the wall captired my eyes. Her sky blue eyes held a secret as she danced in the clouds. Underneath her, pyramids stood tall, some hidden in shadows. My feet moved inside the gypsy house without my knowledge. Only a few people relaxed inside this place of freedom. Chairs and couches were sprawled everywhere. A melody enchanted me, making my body want to sway. Next to me stood a long glass tube connected to a translucent glass bowl. It intrigued me, a hooka in a coffee shop, what a rarity. 


My eyes searched the room, taking in the opaque curtains that lightly covered lamps. Everything gave the room a feeling of peace and relaxation. A woman behind the counter held my gaze. She wore a black cloth over her hair. As she walked away, her walk seemed to have a sway to it. She fit in perfectly here.  The clock felt it stopped moving as I stayed here. 

Smells of sage and lavender danced in the air. Playing with my body and bringing it to a far away land. Pictures were sprawled everywhere on the walls. Many of naked women outstretched, striking a pose for the painter. Even the bathroom gave off the feeling of tranquility. Everything felt right here. No one had to bother with time. This place is about joy and happiness.

I will nerver forget this hideaway in Denver, Colorado.

Aging Alone

The floor creaked as I took a step forward. As the room shrank with every step, the musty smell devours me. My fingers felt the dirt and dust that was left on the now yellow looking laced curtain. I wiped away the grime from the antique mirror attached to the dresser. My eyes were tired. As I touched my reflection, I noticed my hands were withered and frail. Wrinkles now covered my boney hands. A lonely tear trickled down my powdered cheek. 

This is my lonely home and all that is here is me. The breeze from outside had a shrill sound to it as it echoed the loneliness I feel.

Walking Disaster!

Two and a half weeks have passed since I have started my new life in Sweden. The language some days, leaves Me frustrated, but I still push on to learn it. Many days have involved being in the forests. 


In the distance, you can hear the chainsaw roar to life as we begin our clean up. It started out just two trees. But as a few days passed with doing this. It became about twenty trees. My body was beginning to ache from dragging the branches to multiple burn piles. 

The cold was’nt clinging onto me anymore. Heat was now radiating off of me. Time for the hat to go. There was only a little bit of snow on the ground, but the temperature kept it there. 

Today, I called the shots to have a relaxed day. My other half still stays busy outside chopping logs or cutting trees. But now I have time to write and study Swedish. Before he disappeared to the forest, he askes if I would do the dishes.

About 5-10 minutes pass and I’m in the kitchen working on my task. I grab a dish thinking it belongs in the top cupboards. I open them, and realize it must live in a bottom cupboard. So I kneel down and put it away. With such force, I slammed into the corner of a top cupboard. So much that it closed itself. I dropped to my knees immediately and grabbed my head. The pain shattered my thoughts. I began deep breaths and started calming. Once I pulled my hand away, it was covered in blood. Shit, I thought. With an aching beginning, i walked outside. 

Birk could’nt hear my yelling with his earphones and working with a chainsaw. But once he saw me, his face became serious. Blood now dripped down my face. In just a tank top, underwear, and boots, I looked as if I should be in a horror film.

He rushed me back inside and sternly got me to sit down. It was a small puncture, now going to be my 3rd scar since moving here. 

It seems I’m a walking accident. One day, maybe I will be able to do the dishes without any blood getting involved.

March for Women

 

Saturday, 1/21/17

The day began warmer than I had expected. It was the beginning of the march for women. I soon became surrounded by all kinds of people. The majority were women, but there also was children, and many people with signs supporting races, genders, gays, and equality for everyone.  Signs could be seen from every direction you look. It turned into a huge crowd with colors of the rainbow surrounding us. I came here with my husband, friend, and her little girl. We thought it would be a good eye opener for her little one to see that many are here fighting for women’s rights, and equality for everybody.

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A speaker began, and a boisterous uproar a happiness started. It was such a booming sound that uplifted my heart. This made me proud to be from here, Sioux Falls, SD. We are also taking a stand against this possible backtrack in time to where women weren’t even allowed to vote.

Come to find out, this was a stand that was taken worldwide! About half a million had made it to Washington D.C. to support women. Almost every major city in the U.S. had taken a stand. Even in France, Sweden, and many other countries stood up for these rights that may be taken from our grasps. I had even seen photos of people taking a stand in Antarctica!

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I hope this goes noticed and helps our rights not be taken! Women need health care, we need more women in the government system to back us up!! Everyone needs to take a stand and not let this go unnoticed! It is time to act and not be silent! We need to be heard!

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Stand with Standing Rock

Over 20,000 people are standing up for what they believe in. They are fighting in saving what helps create life, water. 

Many have looked at what has happened to these people in disbelief. They say this has been a fight going on longer than this stand off involving the  North Dakota Access Oil Pipeline. 

The first plan they had for the oil pipeline was to put it near a small town in North Dakota. But it was denied, on account being too close their water supply. The same reason at Standing Rock they are protecting their water source. The oil pipeline is suppose to be only a half a mile away from their water source. Now how on earth would these corporations think this would be a good idea?! This is what happens when money speaks louder than preserving life, or taking care of our environment. 

As of now, the North Dakota Access Pipeline has been put on a halt. The first battle has been won, this is only the beginning. The corporations will wait for the new President, and once that happens, they will try again. We must not let them win! This is bigger than the area it involves! This goes against how you should treat others. What really matters!

We have to be together, stand united! The more people we have against this pipeline, the harder it will be for these corporations to get their way.

As the natives have said water if life!

We must stay and fight this thing together!