Friday, December 25, 2009
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Monday, November 23, 2009
Friday, November 20, 2009
right now I am enjoying my room for the first time. i am not sleeping in it. i am not cleaning it. i am not looking for clothes to wear. i am not even trying to decorate it. no… i am simply on my bed and enjoying the candles that light up my room only enough that I am able to see the figures that stand around them….
the music drifts in from my ipod that is playing in the living room right around the corner. most of the house right now is filled with the flickering light of candles. why are candles so amazing?! they are one of the most simplest things in life and yet with even one candle lit in a dark room, immediately hope bursts forth.
as i look around my room i notice the beauty of each artifact, (others may call clutter), on my fireplace and dresser drawer. with the candles lit you can see each item for the beauty of what it is. candles create shadows which then creates definition and i am seeing that right now. with a light bulb, you can definitely see things better but everything becomes one dimensional or flat. i rather see things in 3d. not to say i won’t ever use a light bulb, cause i will. i just hope that i will use my candles more.....
their stillness stills me. their simplicity calms me. their beauty inspires me. they have also wooed me into my room to just simply be and for that i am thankful. i am hoping to do this more…..
Sunday, November 15, 2009
I am grateful for this time to write. It gets very quiet here when the employees are doing their jobs well and the guests are tucked away in their beautifying chambers of relaxation.
It's quiet now. So I will write. Why not?
I actually don't know what to write about but I cannot just sit here mindless.....
Here is something I have been thinking: I feel like the older I get the younger I feel and the more confindent I am but also knowing that I still have so much more to learn!!!
Get it?? haha!
How can I make exactly what I'm saying a little more profound?......ummm.....
well, here are two words:
...realizing life is meant to be lived....with the pain, the heartaches (and oh boy they hurt, but the way God heals in His timing is beautiful...no really it is...after the fact of course...), with laughter (not taking myself too seriously. why am so hard on myself when my Savior is not even that hard on me??...actually He's not hard on me at all!), with the liberty to explore and create (to walk into the things that are embedded in my heart to do and trust that my Lord will pave the path He desires for me to walk down as I do just that), with faith like a child (to know I am human and to know I am created in the image of the God of the Universe....there should be security in that alone.)
In the words I once heard my very good friend use, "I desire to dance my way through life!"
And that I shall:) If we live one life, there should be no reason at all not to dance! Dance so hard that even when you fall, the pain you feel is way more bareable than the pain you are experiencing from laughing so hard.....
I have heard this scripture more than you know but I know for a fact it's true..."The joy of the Lord is our strength."
Life is my dance and laughing is my Lord........
Monday, November 9, 2009
Friday, November 6, 2009
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Monday, October 26, 2009
Friday, October 23, 2009
Beneath me an enormous white velvet blanket covers earth; a small ball in the mist of the universe and its undiscovered territorries.
The Creator of the small beautiful and delicate rose is the same Creator of the vast sky that I look out upon and its broad sea of pure white puffy clouds.
The sun is radiant in all its glory. Strobes of light beam down upon the planes wing and creeps in through the small mouse-like window.
Warmth consumes my face.
I am at peace.
I am in love.
A smile of excitement inhabits my inner-most being and it rises and rises and rises.......until it reaches my lips.
My heart dances.
My Lover has captivated my soul.
this next poem makes me a little home sick...i was on my parent's front porch. it was cold. i had a blanket to cover myself as i sat on the white rocking chair and wrote....
Hearing an orchastra of crickets.
Lightning bugs dance in the darkness.
Shadows on the ground.
Trees stand tall and are sketched against the blackened sky.
Be quiet now.
Night is our lullaby.
Listen and sleep.....