I met this little turtle at Prospect today. He made eye contact and didn’t seem too intimidated. In fact, he just moved in my direction and lifted his head high, trying to see me better. I got to touch his shell and show some affection. He was very much appreciative and I was the first to leave, not him. We both had a nice tête-à-tête. He liked sun-bathing and had the most beautiful face.

The morning brought forth a lot of color. Lily pads were sprouting flowers and everything was green and wet from the rain the night before. Zach befriended a community of yellowthroats and watched as they flew from tree branch to tree branch. In some small way, I’ve always wished to be a bird. That idea of flying, has always made my insides spin. My soul soars just the same.

On the hike back home, we spotted a yellow-crowned night heron as well. It was sitting in the skeleton of a fallen tree, extending well into the lake-bed. It was majestic in character, and my whole body ached. I thought about all of nature that was dismissed heavily by mankind and exchanged that inward negativity for optimism. I have so much love for the natural world. It’s starting to push me to action too. There’s a wisdom buried there in that part of myself.

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Right now Zach’s in the next room recording a song called ‘Deep Dark Well’. He’s got his banjo and guitar close by and I can hear certain sounds drifting in. Yesterday I recorded a song too. This is how we’re progressing these days. Maybe we’ll have something to share with the world soon. Right now though, it’s all about playing quiet. Sometimes being alive is damn good, ya’ know? :)

The Newest Warbler || Cam and Warblers

“Um…” Cam cleared his throat and looked around nervously, “Guys! Attention here please!” I called out, laughing nervously when everyone quieted down and looked at me. “So um… we have a new um… auditionee?” I said confusedly, “For the Warblers…” I mumbled, gesturing to the small blonde behind me.

The blonde gave everyone an enthusiastic smile and waved cheerily, “Hi my name’s Trevor Parish and I’d like to be a Warbler!” He squeaked out enthusiastically.

I gave an uneasy chuckle before turning to the Council; Charlie, Brandon, and Lucas, “So um… are we ready?” I asked nervously.

The Bunny Fic

Time for a rare fic posting on this blog! A little Warbler told me that today is @darriness‘s birthday, and everyone deserves some birthday fic, so I wrote this for her. 

Kurt and Blaine and a bunny. Or talk of a bunny. It’s a little silly.

Rating: G
Word Count: 1303

Tina Cohen-Chang was Blaine’s best friend in all of New York city, maybe in all of anywhere, given the events that unfolded in his romantic life over the past few years. (Ugh, he didn’t want to think about that.) He didn’t want to think about how (hookups aside) painfully single he’d been for the past year. So he wasn’t going to.

What he was going to do was pick up a birthday present for best-friend-Tina. Tina had wanted to get a cat her whole life, but her parents hadn’t let her. Once she moved to New York the first thing she had done was get a kitten. The second thing she did was discover that she was allergic to the kitten.

Blaine, ever the dutiful friend, took the kitten into his home, and he and Sondheim had developed a very symbiotic relationship over the years. Blaine fed and housed Sondheim, and Sondheim caught an occasional mouse or centipede, and slept a lot. Sometimes with Blaine if it were cold enough.

Now, Tina had decided that it was time to try again with a pet, only she had done her research, discovered she wasn’t allergic to bunnies, and wanted to adopt one. All Blaine had to do was find an appropriate bunny.

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