the lips that press back.

Sometimes you need to pull out your Go-Tos.  When your heart hurts, or life throws frustration in your face, or you’ve run too far ahead before you realize you don’t know where you’re going, or things get too stagnant, or you find yourself in a foreign country and you need some you-ness… quick…

When the rest of it all is jerking away and giving you looks of confusion, the Go-Tos are the lips that press back.

Let me introduce you to a few of my Go-Tos:

eternal sunshine of the spotless mind.

eternal sunshine of the spotless mind.

One of my very favorite movies.  If you haven’t seen it, I highly suggest it.  It’s amazing… in my opinion.  Old roommates can attest to this being a very popular Go-To… I think I’ve watched it over one hundred times.

eternal sunshine of the spotless mind.

constantly talking isn't necessarily communicating.

Go-To #2:

billy collins.

billy collins.

Poetry is such an easy Go-To…. with a quick flip, a quick fix.  Billy Collins is one of my favorite poets.  His smart-assery paired with his beauty always brings me back to warmth.

Here is one of his more popular poems:


Billy Collins

You are the bread and the knife,
The crystal goblet and the wine…
-Jacques Crickillon

You are the bread and the knife,
the crystal goblet and the wine.
You are the dew on the morning grass
and the burning wheel of the sun.
You are the white apron of the baker,
and the marsh birds suddenly in flight.

However, you are not the wind in the orchard,
the plums on the counter,
or the house of cards.
And you are certainly not the pine-scented air.
There is just no way that you are the pine-scented air.

It is possible that you are the fish under the bridge,
maybe even the pigeon on the general’s head,
but you are not even close
to being the field of cornflowers at dusk.

And a quick look in the mirror will show
that you are neither the boots in the corner
nor the boat asleep in its boathouse.

It might interest you to know,
speaking of the plentiful imagery of the world,
that I am the sound of rain on the roof.

I also happen to be the shooting star,
the evening paper blowing down an alley
and the basket of chestnuts on the kitchen table.

I am also the moon in the trees
and the blind woman’s tea cup.
But don’t worry, I’m not the bread and the knife.
You are still the bread and the knife.
You will always be the bread and the knife,
not to mention the crystal goblet and–somehow–the wine.


And then you have to have music:

Patty Griffin has been a Go-To for such a long time… I can always count on her.  This video is especially special because it’s a taping from Austin City Limits.  Drive around, listen to some Patty Griffin, maybe smoke a clove cigarette… all is right with the world.

But the best way to remember who you are is to Go-To your old journals.  I found this thing that I wrote about three years ago and I smiled at myself, like I would to an old friend that I was so happy to see.  This is a bit embarrassing, but here we go:

:is it bad that i want to dance?
this song tickles my soul when i’m not paying attention.
loudly whispers, “hey… rachel, come shake your hips with me.”
and i look around.
then laugh and say, “okay, maybe.”
throw my arms slightly above my head.
sing loudly.
and shake my [damn] hips.:

And those are a few of my Go-Tos.

…I am making a birdhouse.

…I am the sound of rain on the roof.

…I think I broke the wings off that little songbird.

…and I do want to dance.

i miss dan long.

Dan Long is my Jackson Hole Best Friend*…  I don’t think that’s a shock to anyone.

the best looking faux couple jackson has ever seen.

the best looking faux couple jackson has ever seen.

Dan: I wish you posted more blog entries.

Rach: I’ve had a headache as of late.

Dan: I’m not asking for sex… just a blog post.

I’ll try, Dan Long… For you, I’ll try…

*But it was a close call because everyone I know in Jackson is awesome… wait, wait… no, everyone I KNOW is awesome.

you were definitely stampeding.

It was April Fool’s Day in the States today… whoops.  I played no tricks.  But it did make me think of all the past pranks in my life.  Oh man, there have been some GREAT ones.  Remind me to tell you about what we coined “Ear for an Ear” some other time.  It involved a mannequin and a pig’s head.  It is actually all-together a better story than this one… but too bad for you, I’m the blogess:

Sophomore year of college was prime time for pranks.  My partners-in-crime were also my roommates: Sheena, Brittnee, Bekah and Bliss.  It was our turn to get the boys back.  The boys = Bobby, Anthony, Jared, Justin and Chad [also known as “The Mountain Men”].  I don’t remember what they had done to us, but it couldn’t have been that bad because our retaliation was weak.

We all called our respective Mountain Men and made sure none of them would be home.  They lived in this AMAZING loft above a clock shop in downtown Belton, Texas.  I wish we would’ve taken more pictures of that place and written down more of the happenings of The Loft.

Anywho, we “snuck” into The Loft [aka I had a copy of one their keys made… vital move for serious pranking] and started doing our dirty work.  We came in the sneaky back door and were sure to be fast and efficient.  The damage was so minimal.  We covered their place in toilet paper and maybe stole some movies we wanted to watch.  Nothing really… but the guys were gonna be PISSED!  [HIGH-FIVES!]

So we’re wrapping up [har-har… get it], when we hear someone coming up the stairs to the front door.  We all FREEZE and look at each other like, “OH SHIT!”  #1 Rule in Pranking: YOU CANNOT GET CAUGHT.

– Hurry!  Run!  Run!  Let’s go!

Everyone stealthily and swiftly moves towards the back door and I DROP TO MY KNEES AND BEGIN THE LOUDEST/MOST PANICKED CRAWL EVER KNOWN TO MAN.  Everyone else is pretty much out of the door but Sheena just stops and looks down at me [who is now way far behind everyone because crawling is apparently much slower than actually running].

– Rachel… WHAT are you doing??

– [whispering in a panic] I’m trying to escape!  I don’t know… I thought crawling would be good!

[sheena’s totally calm and i’m freaking out, still on the floor, when sheena starts laughing and says in a normal volume…]

– You’re STAMPEDING.  It’s the loudest thing I’ve ever heard!

[i stand up and quickly run towards her, while whispering…]

– Okay, I’m sorry!  We gotta go!  Let’s go!

[sheena’s still standing in the same spot looking at me in bewilderment.]

– What, were you raised by buffalo?? …Because you were definitely stampeding.

[we hear the front door open.]


[and we run out the door… safe.]

The prank was nothing to retell, but when I remembered Sheena’s reaction to my weird freak-out crawl, I laughed out loud.  Sheena still reminds me that I was raised by buffalo and that’s why I stampede all around.

I do love love buffalo.