Sleeping In The Forest

I thought the earth remembered me,

she took me back so tenderly,

arranging her dark skirts, her pockets

full of lichens and seeds.

I slept as never before, a stone on the river bed,

nothing between me and the white fire of the stars

but my thoughts, and they floated light as moths

among the branches of the perfect trees.

All night I heard the small kingdoms

breathing around me, the insects,

and the birds who do their work in the darkness.

All night I rose and fell, as if in water,

grappling with a luminous doom. By morning

I had vanished at least a dozen times

into something better.

-Mary Oliver-

Music I'm listening to.... Eisley- One Day I Slowly Floated Away

Revenge of the Deer

As I was leaving my house tonight, I opened the front door to find a herd of deer in my driveway (frightening... i know). They were pretty much circling my car, with a look of utmost anger in their eyes. Why, you might ask? BECAUSE THEY WANTED REVENGE!

You see, two years ago I accidentally hit and killed a deer who carelessly dodged in front of my car. Clearly, this deer was a cousin of the herd that now stood threateningly before me.

Naturally, I counted them to see what my odds were. The numbers concluded: 19 deer, 1 me. So I did what any fearless girl of nearly 21 would do. I ran back inside the house and locked the door.

Eventually, the deer dispersed and I was free to leave. However, if I could speak deer, this is what I would have said, "I am sorry deer friends, for killing your cousin. I'm sure he was a valiant member of your herd. May he rest in peace."

The Language of the Soul

I walked around the HFAC art exhibit on campus today.  I initially stopped by to see if my piece of art had been put on display, but to my surprise I found two of my creations on the wall.   They seemed quite dull, perched in the shadows of other exquisite beauties that lined the walls, yet I couldn't help but feel a small sense of pride for making them.

What I find truly beautiful about art is this.... it is the product of one's passion, emotion, and need to create.  In fact, I believe art is the language of the soul, whether it be music, dance, poetry, or brush strokes on canvas.  It does not matter what medium is used to express it, so long as that expression is manifested in the form of some beautiful creation.  Art is filled with the most powerfully raw treasures life has to offer, and for that, I will always be drawn to it. 

Music I'm listening to: Au Revoir Simone- Sad Song

The Curse of a Dreamer

Twenty years from now, I don't want to look back on my life and regret all the things I DIDN'T do....

Some days I wake up thinking, college is great! I will study hard, graduate, work my butt off to get my MBA, and then end up like most women at BYU and stay home raising 14 babies and cleaning for my husband. Don't get me wrong, this is perfectly admirable, and in fact even I am guilty of wanting this on occasion. Most days, however, I do not.....

Just yesterday I woke up wishing I could move to NYC, train hard, live the starving artist's life and perform on Broadway.

The day before that I wanted to leave for L.A., go to fashion school, and become a stylist for a big name fashion magazine.

Most of the days in between, I just want to run away. I am not sure where, but somewhere far.... Australia, Greece, Ireland? Maybe become a gypsy henna artist?

The fact is.... if you ask me what I want, I couldn't tell you. I want to do a million things, be a million things. Maybe that is essentially my whole problem. But I have come to learn that if you stretch yourself too thin, if you reach for too many stars, you will miss all the opportunities.

So for the time being, I will stay in little old Provo, dreaming of everywhere else I COULD BE, and take the opportunity that is lying before me...

Things I Fancy These Days..

1.) Hippies

2.) Fairytales

3.) Garden Tea Parties

4.) Pale Skin

5.) Things That Fly

Welcome to my World

Well, I have officially been sucked into the blogging world.  So what better way to start off than tell you all a little bit about myself....

My name is Melissa Ann Eixenberger

I am eccentric 

I own a penguin suit, and I'm not afraid to wear it

I want to be a million things

I love string cheese and toast (usually not together)

On rare but special days, I imagine that I am boundless

I love to discover

I tend to use big words when I speak

I sometimes snort when I laugh

My favorite animal is a platypus, seriously

People often say that I am a strange girl, I like to think they are correct