Currently Plans By Death Cab for Cutie see related

The Rose City. . .

Currently Listening Dan Reeder By Dan Reeder see related

If I had a pistol, I could join a revolution just like Che. . .

Life. . .

Hmm. .  .

Currently Listening One Cell In the Sea By A Fine Frenzy see related

What a Lovely State

The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, doth glance from Heaven to Earth, from Earth to Heaven. And, as imagination bodies forth the forms of things unknown, the poet's pen turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing a local habitation and a name.

- Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream

It was a day like no other. She plunged herself into a stream and felt the ice crawl through her veins. Running until the shivering stopped, she picked wildflowers in a field and got scratched by a feral cat. She sang at the top of her lungs, and though she didn't know what she was singing, it felt as natural as breathing. . . Her clothes were dirty, her hair wild, but her smile was radiant. She was happy in the here-and-now for the first time since she could remember. She did not miss her little telescope at all, though she thought she might get it repaired, if only to have it serve as a reminder of how not to go about things. "What a fine frenzy I’m in,” she thought with a smile. “A fine frenzy indeed. What a lovely state.”

- Allison Sudol

 

 

 

  

      

           

 

 

 

 

 

Currently Reading Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal By Christopher Moore see related

When I Grow Up. . .

. . . I want to be just like this guy. . .

William Fitzimmons, you are an absolutely incredible musician, and have the most magnificent beard in the history of mankind. . . You are my hero. . .

"Beards, not bombs. . ."

Currently Listening Greyest of Blue Skies By Finger Eleven see related

I've been down here before. . .

. . . All my bones and joints are sore.
Find my way out of the wreck again.

God has a funny way of teaching me things. It seems like every time I learn anything, He finds a new and exciting way to show me that is, indeed, not entirely accurate. I don't doubt that I've ever learned anything; it's just that I can't seem to figure out a way to get it all figured out at once. I've got to grasp one layer before I can move on to the next layer, and so forth and annoyingly so on. . .


Patience. Oh, how I hate that word. How many times will I have to learn this before I get it right? As many times as I've "learned" this already, I should be the most patient person in the world. . . I'm rather impatiently awaiting the day where this virtue will be checked off of the ridiculously long list of things I've yet to acquire. . .

How many times will I have to learn that spending time with the Father is important? That reading His Word, talking with Him, falling in love with Him and Him alone is important?



Life truly is beautiful, scary, exciting and full of possibilities.

But it's also frustrating. . . Very frustrating. . .

I've been down here before.
Lost myself and so much more. . .