let's become free--
like steam,
fog in morning
an improvised melody.
let's learn to dance, the kind without steps, but movements.
the kind that will make the watchers uncomfortable- uncomfortable with a joy they cannot contain.
I'm going to Europe, alone.
A quiet excitement,
a quiet fear I am trying my best to stomp on.
magnetic poetry
vivid dreams
singing
dancing my own style
a great friend
hospitality/simple
phudge
pop music
warm lights late at night
books
sweet words from friends
wanna tell you, you're swell!
also, two friends just got engaged!
I'm runnin' to Europe! :) hahaha
12/19/12
12/10/12
12/4/12
delicate things
collar bones and wrists,
the delicate things
twigs that hold on through winters,
and butterfly wings.
paper snowflakes and pencil lead.
the wavering wail of a far off train whistle,
something coming but you do not know when.
the delicate things
twigs that hold on through winters,
and butterfly wings.
paper snowflakes and pencil lead.
the wavering wail of a far off train whistle,
something coming but you do not know when.
12/2/12
I like being single!
When I was little, daydreaming about the future, it was always just me. No man.
And now, when I actually think about it, I like being single. But it seems there are NO resources for women who genuinely enjoy being single. It's kind of making me mad. All of the blogs seem to say that I should be desperately wanting a husband and I should enjoy being single... I DO! All of the articles say the same thing, pale encouragements for women who desperately want to be married. But nothing out there for those of us who think we actually like being single.
Sometimes society gets me, and sometimes in a group of people I get to thinking I want a relationship too... but I don't, really. I like this life. I do have concerns about being lonely, but I think God can take care of that :)
Anyways, I'm annoyed, because there's nothing (seemingly) out there for those of us who LIKE BEING SINGLE!
And now, when I actually think about it, I like being single. But it seems there are NO resources for women who genuinely enjoy being single. It's kind of making me mad. All of the blogs seem to say that I should be desperately wanting a husband and I should enjoy being single... I DO! All of the articles say the same thing, pale encouragements for women who desperately want to be married. But nothing out there for those of us who think we actually like being single.
Sometimes society gets me, and sometimes in a group of people I get to thinking I want a relationship too... but I don't, really. I like this life. I do have concerns about being lonely, but I think God can take care of that :)
Anyways, I'm annoyed, because there's nothing (seemingly) out there for those of us who LIKE BEING SINGLE!
comfort = with + strong
“The word comfort is from two Latin words meaning “with” and “strong” – He is with us to make us strong. Comfort is not soft, weakening commiseration; it is true, strengthening love.” -Amy Carmichael
This.
Is what I want to do with my life.
comfort, hospitable, peaceful.
make food,
give back rubs
sit in silence
sit and talk
walk and talk
eat
drink water
simple things.
and together with ones I dearly love.
vulnerable and transparent.
11/26/12
big
I have a paper to write, a large paper. But I need to write this down first. I've wanted to write for awhile now, and every time I open up a new post I just end up shutting out of it again.
Several things. randomish. perhaps I will sort them into some sort of beauty later.
Thanksgiving.
I do not mind this role. I do not mind standing at the kitchen sink washing the china so my father can have a conversation with the Arab men in the dining room. I do not mind the back stage.
I have suddenly found in me a strong desire to live in a large city. Where has this come from? I find myself pretending I am walking in some metropolis, or the lights outside my window go longer into the distance. Hmm.
I am listening to O Come O Come Emmanuel. Many versions. Enya, Phil Wickham, Veni Veni, I love this song.
And I found this today too. Do you know the way you move me?
Lately I have been thinking about how God is much bigger than I think, uncontainable and indefinable. Any time I think about it, it overwhelms me (happily). That this vast being, who spoke to Moses and Noah, and became a man, the God of the stories I claim to believe, He loves me. He wants to be with me. It's absolutely crazy to think about.
Lots there, and I've been trying to live like that. Bold, courageous. Today He gave me an opportunity. It was easy, and the person I talked to did not reject it, like they inevitably someday will. But they were so grateful, and I was so grateful to be used.
And then one of my refugee friends messaged me on facebook. It is amazing to me that they still share their lives with me, that they still want contact, and that they use translators to talk with me. He said something- bad English aside, that sounded, (read) like "i wish you to bless my destination" (with typos hehe). I don't know exactly what he meant, but I wonder if he was asking for prayer... I don't know, but it was sweet.
Several things. randomish. perhaps I will sort them into some sort of beauty later.
Thanksgiving.
I do not mind this role. I do not mind standing at the kitchen sink washing the china so my father can have a conversation with the Arab men in the dining room. I do not mind the back stage.
I have suddenly found in me a strong desire to live in a large city. Where has this come from? I find myself pretending I am walking in some metropolis, or the lights outside my window go longer into the distance. Hmm.
I am listening to O Come O Come Emmanuel. Many versions. Enya, Phil Wickham, Veni Veni, I love this song.
And I found this today too. Do you know the way you move me?
Lately I have been thinking about how God is much bigger than I think, uncontainable and indefinable. Any time I think about it, it overwhelms me (happily). That this vast being, who spoke to Moses and Noah, and became a man, the God of the stories I claim to believe, He loves me. He wants to be with me. It's absolutely crazy to think about.
Lots there, and I've been trying to live like that. Bold, courageous. Today He gave me an opportunity. It was easy, and the person I talked to did not reject it, like they inevitably someday will. But they were so grateful, and I was so grateful to be used.
And then one of my refugee friends messaged me on facebook. It is amazing to me that they still share their lives with me, that they still want contact, and that they use translators to talk with me. He said something- bad English aside, that sounded, (read) like "i wish you to bless my destination" (with typos hehe). I don't know exactly what he meant, but I wonder if he was asking for prayer... I don't know, but it was sweet.
11/13/12
oh, life
Today I tried to make real chai tea, but I didn't really follow a recipe, hehe... it's not terrible, it's not great. But it was super fun. :) This last cup I put in hot chocolate powder- bad idea. Actually, I think it was a great idea, it just didn't really work. It didn't add flavor, just made it lumpy and grainy. mmmm ;)
Then I walked around, an adventure I said. And on a whim I called my friend and she's buying me lunch tomorrow!
I committed to being single for a while- I signed a piece of paper in blue ink and set the dates and everything :) and I feel so freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
and now I need to buckle down and TYPE SOME WORDS!
(homework or novel writing, but I gotta do SOMETHING!)
May your day be filled with vibrant colors!
Then I walked around, an adventure I said. And on a whim I called my friend and she's buying me lunch tomorrow!
I committed to being single for a while- I signed a piece of paper in blue ink and set the dates and everything :) and I feel so freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
and now I need to buckle down and TYPE SOME WORDS!
(homework or novel writing, but I gotta do SOMETHING!)
May your day be filled with vibrant colors!
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