Thankful for Support

It has been a very tiring, stressful and trying semester. I started Fall semester with a job and a pinched nerve.  My job due to a lack of funding had to let me go in the beginning of September. My school schedule was crazy and unless I found something on campus working was nearly impossible. So I concentrated on my classes and Physical Therapy for the pinched nerve in my back.
  School kept me busy and I knew as long as I watched my money and did my best I could make it on my financial aid. Everyone that knows me well knows that my cycle has never been real regular. In the tail end of September I started. I didn't think anything of it. I knew I couldn't take ibuprofen because the pain killer they'd proscribed for my nerve pain had given me an ulcer. My cramps are always painful but I figured two to three days of cramps was better then feeling like I constantly wanted to vomit. One small problem one week turned into over two months of steady bleeding.
 To make a long story short I went to the clinic on campus after three weeks to be told that birth control wasn't an option due to high blood pressure. So I was given a medication to bring down my BP and told to go to a Gynecologist. By the time I got in to see the doctor I'd been bleeding almost six weeks and was extremely anemic and lethargic. She put me on a medication to stop the bleeding which ended just shortly after the two month mark. Blood work was ordered to see if we could find a cause but it came back clean.
  My goal during the break is to figure out what is causing my BP to be high and to take care of it so I can feel like my normal self. needless to say do to all my medical expenses it made me struggle a bit to cover my last months rent before the new year. I made an appointment with my bishop and explained what had been going on this semester. He paid my rent for December and gave me a food order.
  As many people know the LDS church has a place called the Bishop's Store House to help those who need food. Having been a Relief Society President I've sat down with members and filled out the paperwork in order to get them food. I on the other hand have never been on the receiving end until now. As I went in with my order I was greeted by wonderful couple missionaries who helped me fill my order. I am thankful for a Bishop and Relief society president who love and support me. I know now I can make it through the rest of the semester knowing my rent is paid and I have food to eat. I truly am blessed.

The Most Wonderful Time of the Year

My roomie Hails brought back a tree and decorations to give our place a more of a Christmas feel. Looks great.

Nebula

Nebula

The room seems far away

as she sits in the chair, listening

to the lecture. Her eyes gloss over,

sweat beading on her face.

Damn the need for good grades.

The drowning of Einstein's Dreams, time, space,

worlds and chaos. What do you dream?

Nostalgic thoughts of warmth and sleep?

The throbbing of her temple, swirling

black holes, wormholes, and the cheesy PBS documentary 

on the big screen. Wouldn't you like to visit the future?

Fantasies of luscious galaxies of pure bliss.

With a flick the room is illuminated. 

Her shaky body delicate with its ghostly gleam.

Trying to anchor her psyche

round two will be avoided.

Feet flat as she lethargically presses forward. Syntax

to be eluded due to the cries from the dainty aqua quilt.

Slowly she treks down the hilly

campus. The saunter shuffle of her Toms

through the fall leaves. Trudging forward

into the vacant dungeon. Time, what is it? 

Slinking into the darkness she pulls the comforter

to her chin, slithering sleeplessly into chimera. 

-Shannon Beverley

Anathema of Kaida

Anathema of Kaida

Mid April already, and the wild plums

start to bloom outside her window.

Entranced by the lines longing for

words to jump from her head.

Becoming perpetuated on the fibers,

yet her mind houses a sleeping giant.

From the rise and fall of his nostrils

come befuddling words forming messages. 

In its home, a cave of grandeur,

foreboding catatonia for its presence. 

A chance to be intertwined, gaining

the courage to be affixed.

Yet the solitary creature cowers into the abyss. 

A fellow of habit, darkness it's desire,

a quest that will never be achieved. 

For this dragon flies solo!

Sweet blossoms lull her back to reality.

A sense of awe edges over her face,

the whole parchment is covered

every single line. 

-Shannon Beverley

Spear

Spear

The long handle feels heavy in the hand,

searching for a target. It weighs one down.

Waiting for the savage to emerge.

Some say strength brought men

to their feet. Evolving alongside men, 

but its the point. the arrowhead must be blamed.

Others say its intelligence. With knowledge comes power.

To overcome, to wage war,

killing everything in its wake.

Searching, longing for its target.

morphing alongside man,

a javelin's odyssey. 

-Shannon Beverley

Volatile Angst

Volatile Angst

The tip tap of the pencil makes my mind go frenzied.

The elongated feel: white walled and windowless.

Strategic rows of somber students

catechisms holding them to their small cells.

The savage soul retching, resisting, yet longing for rebellion. 

Every captain demands control, flick and swish.

Diligence, dauntlessness, and valiant bravery;

yet the savage within claws at the soul.

This barbaric battle goes on undetected,

tick, tock, tick, tock, time is wasting. 

Slowly sliding into compliance,

the commander imposes constraint, flick and swish.

Feet firmly planted the savage silently weeps.

With demise the somber soul wakes,

devoid and decimated it lurches forward and onward.

Fleeing the arena to the frivolous foreign fields. 

-Shannon Beverley

This is one of my poems I edited for my poetry class. 

Thanksgiving

I cannot believe how fast this crept up on me this year! My final year at WSU is just zipping by. It was nice to have a short week of school. I left Ogden at 6:15 on Wednesday and Heidi Picked me up around 7:30 in SLC. We ran some errands and got some dinner. It was nice to just talk. I forget how much I miss my siblings until I get down here.
  We had Thanksgiving dinner at my parents place at 2:30. We had 13 people. It was great to spend time with my family and visit with my cousin I hadn't seen in months. If there is anything I've learned being out on my own the last year its how important my friends and family are. I love being able to spend time with them. I'm thankful for all they do for me as well!

Baby Bee

Baby Bee

mmmm toes

I got it!

Charlotte Shannon Newman is 7 months old today! Happy 7 month Birthday baby Bee!

Fun text messages...

H lost one of her front teeth!

I love getting text messages from Sissy with updates about my favorite little buddies. Or little love notes via text from Bug, Bean or H. It so makes my week when I open my text to see they're adorable smiling faces!

Bean in her beanie! 

Miss. Charlie eating her blankie!

Auntie Shannon loves her little tubblets!

My Newest Poem!

Red’s Curse

She’d always thought it was a legend,

a curse that plagued women from adolescence

and on into old age. Like the birth of the moon,

the curse came every month with a price.

The women’s aura changed. Their bodies

ached with the plague. They hungered

for luxurious ambrosia.  Adolescence crept in.

Panic swept into Red’s heart. The damnation

ambushed Red taking over her frame.

Her cloak wrapped around her as she curled

up on the couch. Surrounded by the nectar of the gods;

Fire blazing as she stares into the ambers.

Granny reassures her as she hands over the mug,

“just take two you’ll feel better.” The spherical

capsules scream defeat in her hands. Damn the curse!

Red’s eyes burn as she swallows the Midol.   

-Shannon Beverley

Exercise 9 11/15/12

(Denise Duhamel, “Snow White’s Acne”) 

Mmmmm....

My favorite breakfast lately. It's been real hard to eat in the morning but this is easy to eat before I head to my classes.

Awakened

Awakened

The obsessive hum of the phone

lulls her to a sense of reality.

Rise and fall, rise and fall

of her chest as her eyes flutter.

The bed groans as she dangles

her legs over the creaking frame.

Rickety creek, rickety creek, of the floor

underneath the soles of her tootsies.

Sanctuary is a dark room

with covers pulled to one’s chin.

Life pulls us forward into the light

of the outer world called life.

Eyes glossed over she’s pulled into verity,

Earth to Shany what galaxy are you in?

-Shannon Beverley

Nebula

 

Nebula

The room seems so far away

as she in the chair, listening

to the lecture. Her eyes glossed over,

sweat beading on her pale face.

Damn the need for good grades.

The drowning of Einstein’s Dreams, time, space,

worlds, and chaos. What do you dream?

 Nostalgic thoughts of warmth and sleep

The throbbing of her temple; swirling

black holes, worm holes, the cheesy PBS documentary

on the big screen. Wouldn't you like to visit the future?

Fantasies of luscious galaxies of pure bliss.

Feet flat as she lethargically presses forward. Syntax

to be eluded due to cries from the majestic aqua cover.

Slowly she treks home down the hilly

campus. The saunter shuffle of her Toms

through the fall leaves. Trudging forward

into the vacant dungeon. Time, what is it?

Slinking into the darkness she pulls the comforter

to her chin, slithering sleeplessly into chimera.

-Shannon Beverley

My poem for my poetry class last week. Just thought I'd share it....

Birthday Weekend

So I decided to go to my parents right after class on Friday morning. I had big plans and wanted to utilize my time in SLC with my family and friends. My older brother Phil took me to lunch at Mimi's Cafe. It was fun to catch up with my big bro and eat yummy food. After packing up our leftovers we headed to Sweet Tooth Fairy's for a cupcake.

You know how hard it is to pick something when they all look so tasty. I got a pumpkin cheese cake one for later. they gave us two free french vanilla ones for being America First Credit Union members. (I took them with me when I visited Sissy and we ate them as a treat after we dropped off the kiddos at grandma's)

   I love my adorable nieces and nephew. I took this Friday after I changed Charlotte's diaper and cloths after a huge blow out. I miss these cuties while I'm in Ogden. I'm looking forward to seeing them a bit more during Christmas break.

Saturday I was able to hang out with Shalyna and visit with Tay. I miss all my friends in SLC. Sunday we had my birthday dinner of lasagna, green salad and french bread. I had my family as well as Rachie and Boo.  I'm excited to use the new journal for my journaling class in the spring. The T Swift CD will be fun to listen to while studying and the birthday money will be put to good use. ( Thanks Becky, Grandma, Mom and Dad)