Today feels so fresh and bright, I love it. The sun is inviting. It's asking me to get ready for life again, to get ready for the greenery and bare skin and late sunsets.
But, I need deal with the piles of dirty snow around first.
There's something good about this quarter, I can just feel it in my bones. My classes are going to kill me with homework and papers and deep thinking, but I think I'm up for the challenge. Chapel today was what I needed, a swift kick in the bum to get me moving spiritually; I have been so lazy, so procrastinate, so focused on everything but God. I want to change, I want to get out of the sticky sin I've been struggling with for far too long now. I want to live my life revolutionized...
Monday, March 19, 2007
Thursday, March 8, 2007
a song!
a song i'm working on with the wonderful Heidi...
the cold is piled in heaps
i long for warmth
and a smile on your face
the winter's long here
i can't stay
but for a smile on your face
look up for sunshine here
i said look up for sunshine here
the cold is piled in heaps
i long for warmth
and a smile on your face
the winter's long here
i can't stay
but for a smile on your face
look up for sunshine here
i said look up for sunshine here
Monday, March 5, 2007
.
You know, they say that silence is what really makes music beautiful. Those well placed moments of pause between the notes seem insignificant, but without them we would only hear the solemn drone of funeral marches. The music is long and drawn out, and it looses its vitality. There's no bounce, there's no hope, there's no future. Silence heals. It prepares for what is to come, and at the same time provides the best kind of closure. What is better after a boisterous, overwhelming chord than grandiose silence?
Friday, March 2, 2007
snow and stress and fredrick
Snow day.
Mmm, those two words tastes delicious... like a burrowing tunnel deep in a snow fort and bundling up in snow-gear so you can't bend over and snowmen and snowcats and snowdogs and not being able to feel your feet or your legs or your fingers, and then of course, drinking hot chocolate to warm you from the inside out. And they told me that phrase didn't exist in the coligete's vocabulary! A little childhood notion trying to cling on, I suppose.
Today my head is far above all the thoughts of finals and GSR and papers. I am introspective, hopeful, and just happy, I guess. I know it's dangerous to not be getting all I need done, but I'd like to revel in it before the craziness of next week. It's a good perspective, I think, to realize that life isn't all about the finals or the papers; thinking about that puts my heart in it's place. It's so easy to get caught in the busyness of the world...
Fredrick is doing his little dance thing. Eat your food, silly fish.
Mmm, those two words tastes delicious... like a burrowing tunnel deep in a snow fort and bundling up in snow-gear so you can't bend over and snowmen and snowcats and snowdogs and not being able to feel your feet or your legs or your fingers, and then of course, drinking hot chocolate to warm you from the inside out. And they told me that phrase didn't exist in the coligete's vocabulary! A little childhood notion trying to cling on, I suppose.
Today my head is far above all the thoughts of finals and GSR and papers. I am introspective, hopeful, and just happy, I guess. I know it's dangerous to not be getting all I need done, but I'd like to revel in it before the craziness of next week. It's a good perspective, I think, to realize that life isn't all about the finals or the papers; thinking about that puts my heart in it's place. It's so easy to get caught in the busyness of the world...
Fredrick is doing his little dance thing. Eat your food, silly fish.
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