Sometimes I want to get lost in the past. I feel myself slipping away into memories and reminicsenses.
I miss so many things right now. My present life is wonderful, full, richly blessed, and gives me no reason to duck out for a moment. But I do, sometimes.
I miss haybale jumping, guitar playing, dreaming, planning, wishing, laughing, discussing (sometimes fighting), dancing, drinking tea, watching deep movies, watching silly movies (laughing histerically at the turtle dancing in Little Mermaid), late nights spent talking about life, or watching meteor showers.
I miss eye conversations, and the ocean of feelings that lay so much deeper than what we felt on the top.
We were to go live in tents, traveling around the world, sharing Jesus with people. And that's happened, for sure, just differently than we all expected.
Sweet, sweet days full of nature, community, dreams, music, freedom, and love. Comradery. I will always cherish those precious years.
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Saturday, October 22, 2011
Friday, October 21, 2011
Realization at 1:00am
Surrendering: the act of releasing something into the hands of the person who will inevitably win it over in the end.
Giving up: deciding it's not worth it.
Giving up: deciding it's not worth it.
Friday, October 7, 2011
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
"In a world which contains the present moment," said Neville, "why discriminate? Nothing should be named lest by so doing we change it. Let it exist, this bank, this beauty, and I, for one instant, steeped in pleasure. The sun is hot. I see the river. I see trees specked and burnt in the autumn sunlight. Boats float past, through the red, thrrough the green. Far away a bell tolls, but not for death. There are bells that ring for life. A leaf falls, from joy. Oh, I am in love with life!"
[The Waves, Virginia Woolf]
For me, rebirth and new life comes with the Fall.
[She was my muse, you could say. Now she's my memory.]
[The Waves, Virginia Woolf]
For me, rebirth and new life comes with the Fall.
[She was my muse, you could say. Now she's my memory.]
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