It’s funny that love seems always to take such earnest form.
That lovers(afraid to be torn apart by some unseen force, or perhaps hyper-aware of time slipping slowly away)grasp
onto each other into forever.
can the young see into loves’ forever?
I find that, in my young mind and heart, I cannot begin to fathom love.
and I do so less and less.
I picture it like springtime.
Chill still lingers in the air, but couragous blossoms silently and beautifully bloom
in my heart.
for love is brave because it is selfless
and my love for you(one day when we meet)will be
brave like the springtime,
dauntless and honest enough to water and prune,
to grow even more full.
the wind is gusting wildly against my window this night
and my heart stands at attention
as I sort through her raw and healing parts
she knows herself better than I,
but she is ever willing relinquish her hiding spots.
the silence between her heartbeats (as the silence between the breaking waves) is when I hear her speak the most,
tired of this hide-and-seek game.
the moon so bright, the lakes are cold,
and the pines whisper as I pass
it’s not all the time
i find myself here
but as long as I’m up high
i’ll keep reaching
but in my reaching
i’ll also let things go
you know, those things…
because these are new seasons
new seasons of hope and joy are here
they’re coming on the wind
and my song will be powerful
in my weakness
because you have made me strong.
my cracking voice
and sleep teared eyes.
but i will sing.
oh what a joy to be awake. !.
reaching up in the bright sunshine. covering my eyes. the air smells like salt. i can taste it as i run my tongue over my lips. it’s been windy, coming from the north. my hair is wet and tangled. sand is everywhere. I’m still wandering. adventuring. have I followed his voice tho. where is his voice. I’ve found you in every corner, but now I’m blind. or at least i feel a lil numb. I don’t wanna be numb anymore. being young is funny. I’m such an amateur, but i wouldn’t have it any other way. and i’m passionate. i’ve just realized that. i’ve always been passionate. I am a passionate person who is wandering. I know he is with me. in my passion and my wandering.
-Do a back 360 on a skimboard
-Learn how to surf
-Get a job (haha)
Who knew I’d be here? I sure didn’t.
Sometimes I still get scared, but I’m pretty sure this was a good decision.
Islands to mountains to islands again. But this is a dream a day. So here are my days
"Love each other, as I have loved you."
I cannot love another unless I experience the love of God.
Long night of pacing and speaking. And, would you like any desert tonight?
Then sweeping sweeping and pushing the mop around.
I remember looking down at my feet, my face kinda hot kinda sweaty
And thinking these are the little things.
Hard work, and the many people that I come in contact with.
What do I leave them?
What bit of essence of life do I share?
It’s always been important to me to try to leave people with something good even if it can’t quite be noticed just built upon.
But I got jaded and bitter somehow.
I let my heart focus on what people owed me
And forgot that I can go right to the Source of Life and be full.
I forgot about loving because, somehow, I forgot who is my source.
Now as summer is slowly fading into fall,
I want his word to remain in me.
So that I will remain him.
And remember how much life is in the little things when my spirit is anchored in her source.
first snow is dribbling in melted drops from the roof this morning.
my feet are cold.
the snow bunnies are soon to emerge from their summer hibernation.
I’m leaving this mountain town in 2 weeks.
still following the sun into the west.
happy changing seasons!
is everything in preparation?…
that i must go down deep into my own darkness,
to truly understand what it means
and be filled with light
what light is, what it means
how to leave the darkness behind.
(yours is the higher way)
"Like spring rains on this desert land, I will come and give life to your soul."