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What ever possessed Brian Wilson to make this recent album?



I don't know if I like the Beach Boys the way I did when I was 14. I will probably need a moment.

such as this

moments such as this just slip through the cracks. I might be going crazy in this skin, needing to find me a new shell to wear. And winter's almost gone. Slipping away in the warmth that I could dance in, I know it's bad news for the earth to be feeling these sunny days as we have been. I am going to miss Him boldly as I remember why he lived for us.


would you dance with me in moments such as this? moments when I feel slightly like spinning in circles for an eternity? moments when we all fall down?

it's always the pretty days

I am feeling awfully lonely today.

maybe it will pass.


In other news:

















the first dandelion of the year!!!!!

Stark Naked

Naturally I am concerned. Too much hangs on conversation. Let's talk with our eyes for a bit and see if we communicate better that way. Nothing unnoticebly untrue will slip past the steam from our starbucks. When we are done saying nothing let's turn and leave nothing behind, leave it all out on the table. So that the bounce in our steps is the light of our stride--we are no longer bound to be this or that to anyone. We may for once understand that the dirt is better situated in front where everyone can see.



I had a dream that I was naked in the middle of a busy intersection and someone turned and whispered- she isn't bold but honest.

Losing

this may be hard, letting go.















I think I need a road to walk away on.

Something Beautiful, New Year Edition

5 things to be happy about tear off calendar, memorial park with B, flea market earrings, budding trees, new favorite radio station, jv park on a very sunny day, curly hair, waking up when it is still dark outside, sunrises (eee!!), the perfect dress, good cries, elizabeth's wedding, grocery stores, blowing kisses, TWIRLING, kite flying, lots and lots of ribbons, playing in leafless weeping willows, the sound of snow falling on my car, rain--lots of rain, faux dates, TPH, new jobs, coffeeeeeee (more specifically starbuck's double shots), long drives, leftover christmas lights, full hallways, champagne on parking garages, forgetting the auld lang syne lyrics, humming instead, ugly sweaters, not going "ugly enough", credit card debt, resolving to be financially sure in less than 3 months, deciding to take an initiative and ask him out instead, getting shot down, brewing up drink ideas in Berna's jag, Nevada MO (haha), not making new years resolutions, my grandma's black cardie, Brighton England, B's POA, Carousel's, My top 50 things to do for Free in London list, Christmas Cards arriving after new year's, losing lists, spinning in chairs, my mom's 50th birthday (love you), sammy and gus gus, sleeping in, dad selling his house, carts!, making fish faces at little children, having them make faces back, finally knowing a 9 month plan, feeling better than ever.

much love to all of you!

As Matter of God

Joshua Abraham Heschel:

"Dear Lord, grant me the grace of wonder. Surprise me, amaze me, awe me in every crevice of Your universe. Delight me to see how Your Christ plays in ten thousand places, lovely in limbs, and lovely in eyes not His, to the Father through the feautres of men's faces. Each day enrapture me with Your marvelous things without number. I do not ask to see the reason for it all; I ask only to share the wonder of it all."







one of the many gems I am collecting from my second reading of The Ragamuffin Gospel, by Brennan Manning

It's bloody BEAUTIFUL

Today was too pretty to waste away, but I almost did without knowing it. But then the blessed tornado tests helped me get out of bed.

Journaled to God for two hours. . . the outpouring was needed. I feel fresh, renewed. . . I went to the park, wrapped up in a blanket and wrote and read, and wrote some more.

Oh!~ and~

Plans are in the making for my garden of dandelions!! I am more than excited about this new project.

Jumping to Conclusions . . .

and ending up drowned is a bad place to be in.

Bubbles Bubbles Bubbles Everywhere

'Tis my favorite thing about being home. . . well, one of my favorite of my things. After the fire, my mom purchased a bathtub with jets to go in the master room. It's like our own private spa-- Complete with candles, wine, and harry conick jr. The best part is getting out and crawling into bed (unlike a real spa).



Highlights: Logan and I at Starbucks in Branson, Bailey and I via phone on Leah's apartment stairwell, My sister and I screaming in terror and deciding it best to sleep with baseball bats, Mom deciding we were silly and blamed it on the snowman.


Coming Soon: Something Beautiful, New Year ed.