Wednesday, August 2, 2017

when you just need a laugh


i do not apologize for how much i enjoy Psych
For further hilarity, there is the Nickname Montage, the Don't be a...s, and just a whole lot of Shawn

Tuesday, August 1, 2017

Cosmic Dance

"What is serious to men is often very trivial in the sight of God. What in God might appear to us as "play" is perhaps what he Himself takes most seriously. At any rate, the Lord plays and diverts Himself in the garden of His creation, and if we could let go of our own obsession with what we think is the meaning of it all, we might be able to hear His call and follow Him in His mysterious, cosmic dance. We do not have to go very far to catch echoes of that game, and of that dancing. When we are alone on a starlit night; when by chance we see the migrating birds in autumn descending on a grove of junipers to rest and eat; when we see children in a moment when they are really children; when we know love in our own hearts; or when, like the Japanese poet Bashō we hear an old frog land in a quiet pond with a solitary splash--at such times the awakening, the turning inside out of all values, the "newness," the emptiness and the purity of vision that make themselves evident, provide a glimpse of the cosmic dance.

For the world and time are the dance of the Lord in emptiness. The silence of the spheres is the music of a wedding feast. The more we persist in misunderstanding the phenomena of life, the more we analyze them out into strange finalities and complex purposes of our own, the more we involve ourselves in sadness, absurdity and despair. But it does not matter much, because no despair of ours can alter the reality of things; or stain the joy of the cosmic dance which is always there. Indeed, we are in the midst of it, and it is in the midst of us, for it beats in our very blood, whether we want it to or not.


Yet the fact remains that we are invited to forget ourselves on purpose, cast our awful solemnity to the winds and join in the general dance."

- Thomas Merton, new seeds of contemplation

Monday, July 31, 2017

Day 365


I can't believe it's only been one year! Our #letsmovetominneapolis adventure; the roommate experiment; my Year in the City that has involved so many people, so much laughter; work, responsibilities, decisions, bills, accidents, roadblocks; family, nature, art, beauty, difficulty, darkness, greater light, joy.
I am a different person....  as often happens.
I don't have the words to say just how. To remember all the places friends have pressed in to my life, to explain the new liberties I've found, to express how utterly surrounded, rooted, and gripped I have been by the love of God. It's hard to explain the combination my life holds, of work--busy, automatic, multi-tasking, training--; and the intensely engaged fellowship and conversations at home and in groups; sports and all manner of taking-advantage-of SUNshine; art, books, reading, writing, cooking, (often squeezed in around the edges); the exhausted napping that happens regularly... I have a beautiful life, a crazy one, and unusual. Brimming with the loving care of God, and new things to learn about his heart and his living words, and his beauty.

I recently got to spend a few days away from work and the city. A little time with Mama and Dad. Time for musing, writing, reading:  (finished) Notes from the Tilt a Whirl, (read) 100 Cupboards, Death and the Joyful Woman, (plus a few short story rereads), (started) Death by Living, Clouds of Witness, Dandelion Fire. All but one of those were rereads, but so refreshing, edifying, inspiring, and uplifting.

Last night I got a chance to do some watercoloring. Something I need to take more time for, it's delightful!

Have I mentioned how much I love Jack Johnson's music? It's about my favorite thing right now.

And have you heard Can't Live Without You by Owl City? Still loving it.

I've been watching some Hawaii 5-0, writing letters, catching some sun, waiting for my next book to be available, playing around with rhymes and lilts and chords. Work; exhausted naps on dripping hot afternoons with fans blowing and turning. Making pancakes.
I'm craving green beans again.

Anyway, there's a little glimpse into my days recently. I wish I were a little better at posting on here, especially since I'm off most other social media, but days fill up. And often, the things I would share are too hard to explain, or too personal to rush, or not quite my story to tell. We'll see how this looks as God continues to show me my story in the unfolding of each day around me.

Thanks for coming on this journey with me, of my Year in the City!
Here's to Year No. 2 and the stories that lie ahead! 
Find something to laugh about today. Live like a story, say what you would want your character to say, walk with your arms swinging free like a Narnian. We walk in the liberty of the spirit of God, the work and righteousness of Christ, and a love uncontainable.
My spirit is cartwheeling into this new year~

Saturday, June 24, 2017

In honor of summer

written a few days ago

Yesterday was a long work day, and not very warm; so I'm celebrating the Beginning of Summer today instead. I've spread out my sunning blanket (cool fabric, light and fluffy, and I don't mind getting tanning oil on it) and a beach towel, and grabbed my water bottle, notebooks, and laptop. I even began cutting up the watermelon, but haven't brought it outside yet, for fear I'll eat the entire thing.

This year has been long. And short. Tight-packed with all manner of lessons and growths, fellowship and friends, ministry, food, hard moments, breakthroughs, and many stretching experiences. I realize I haven't done very well on the posting-every-day which I started out trying to do. But over all, this whole Year-In-The-City thing has been a great success. And I hope you weren't expecting to get rid of me, Big City, 'cause I'm sticking around for a while.







Thoroughly enjoyed this article this morning.

And while we're on the topic of childhood... my seven year old nephew's birthday has renewed my love of planes, as I search high and low for awesome ones like I grew up with. I forget periodically how nerdy I am about WWII aircraft. And how much airplanes just get me, every time. I've been wearing my prop earrings the last couple of days (that I got at the Air and Space museum--love you Smithsonian!). You know they have the Wright brother's actual plane?

And while we're on the subject of nephews, I just got another one! Rejoicing all around. I get to see him soon, and spend some time with the precious (not as) littles!

Learning every day more of who I am in Christ. Spirit, heart, voice. Thank you to all who are journeying with me.



Thursday, June 22, 2017

fill your lungs and run

I dance in wonder
At scattered stars across the sky
My eyes shine with joy in reflection of the glory I see every day:
A swallow’s flight, a footprint’s depth
the sound of water ripples
and birdsong pervading the morning
the scent of tea
and the breath of God in the rise and fall of wind
The taste of buttered toast, and ocean spray on your lips

I fill my lungs with air and my heart overflows

Profusions of dandelions growing in the roughest spots
destined and determined to find the light
death and resurrection stitched on their existence
in colors of the sun 

Every shimmer and lullaby of trees, a song for me
Every light and shadow telling a story:
sorrow and hope
grit and glory
the grave and the conqueror 
death for a moment
life for eternity

Each line of song from Chris Rice, Adam Young, John Mayer
That struck a chord to my heart’s depth
Every book, every word that recalled the one true story resounding in every corner of the universe…
They play together in my spirit, daily.
Truth. Hope. Longing.
Harmonizing with Aslan’s story for years and years to come

As my feet pelt the earth beneath me——ordinary dirt, teeming with life, supporting every footfall for centuries——my eyes lift up to the expanse of sky: moon, sun, galaxy on galaxy, wealth of wonder and unknown,
(all that I may learn some day or never need to know), 
I look beyond the mountains and horizons to the Maker beyond our time and space

With my eyes fixed higher, I hope to see new wonders every day; to see clearer what I’ve known.

And I confidently wait to see a charger, to see my promised returning in more light than I can see.

Pour out your love upon the ground
And see Him returning on the clouds

Fill your heart with the scent of roses and thunderstorms,
with big hugs, long stories, campfires, starry skies, and old jokes
This beauty, love, and laughter is more armor than your enemy can penetrate
You are ready for war
You are an artist of peace
Joy is your strength
You are a cup overflowing

Invited to the biggest wedding feast earth and heaven have ever seen…

As the bride

Saturday, May 20, 2017

Safe like a lion

Are you afraid to go somewhere with God, to explore different aspects of God, because you're not sure you can justify it to someone you respect?
Here’s the thing: God isn’t concerned about whether you can justify the way he works to someone else

He’s not concerned that you get it all right
He didn’t die so that now, you could get it right.
He knows in fact, that you can’t get it right
He says, that’s kinda the point
He says, follow me
He says, believe that I love you

Let down your walls of fear and preconceived notions
Let all the truths that you know, that you’ve known and believed all your life…
Let them rush from your head to your heart:
God is not only capable of doing far more than you ask or think
He wants to help, to find, to rescue… 
To fulfill the deepest desires of your heart
It makes Him happy

Ask
God will speak

Every love and every joy tells the story that His love is that for you and more, that his joy in you and for you, is bigger than that
You cannot imagine it too great

When we are open to the floodgates of the love of the living God, there’s no room left for fear
Love and fear are like light and dark
They can’t coexist
And living without fear strips our enemy of his greatest weapon

When we open ourselves to God and to love, we open ourselves to people, we open ourselves to pain
The inconceivable goodness and power of God will break us
We can’t hold it
But he makes us new
We begin to see people the way God sees them
To love and be loved by them in bigger proportions than we thought possible… 
Even open ourselves up to their pain
And when we open ourselves to pain, to people, to God, within the safety of the love of Christ, what is there to fear?
Nothing can sneak in over the wall, batter down the gates, see through our camouflage,
Because we’re not hiding anymore

We are beloved of the father
Seen and known
Understood and accepted
Redeemed and made new

And when we live in the freedom and authority that that brings
Our lives are light
Our love is like fire
Condemnation is a lie
Fear has no place
And walking in the spirit looks an awful lot like following your heart


Sunday, April 9, 2017

Literary whirligigs

I think it must have been the lighting of early April days, because Friday morning was filled with brief moments of de ja vu. Mostly fictional and nostalgic, as if the angles of sunlight reminded me of certain days--childhood days filled with books. I was contemplating black sesame seeds and was suddenly in the world of Wodehouse: reminiscing, laughing to myself, and planning to grab one from the library and relive all that humor. As I stretched out in yoga, chilling in supta baddha konasana, hands behind my head, I inexplicably thought of the Melendys, and was transported to Then There Were Five; not reliving a certain memory, or even replaying book-scenes in my head (which I am perfectly capable of doing), but more, I was just enveloped in the atmosphere of it for a moment. And then it was gone. There was another that I wanted to share, but it seems to have slipped my mind for the moment. Perhaps it will return.
Also, I suddenly recalled the name of someone who gave a boring speech about ten years ago. Where do these nuggets of information hide? And why can't I delete them and make room for some present material? Or the geography of the earth for instance?

Also I found an excuse to wax (in)eloquently about Lorna Doone on Thursday. Any excuse is a good one, when it comes to John Ridd.

I've been reading in all the corners of days, Louise Penny and Ellis Peters. Cadfael especially restores and inspires and deepens my mind in a way that few books can. I look forward to getting back into Lewis and Chesterton as well, and I have several books on hold through the library that are brand new and haven't even arrived at the libraries yet. The second installment of N.D. Wilson's Outlaws of Time, as well as Wilson's prequel to the 100 cupboards series 😱, and Meghan Whalen Turner's fifth book in the Queen's Thief series!!

Driving through the country last week, I wrote a sort of poem, using the voice memos on my phone. So it's a little rough, but the joy of springtime must out. The glory of this season of Easter pervades these days, pouring sunshine through curtains and lifting our hearts.

Fingers of light across the sky
Misty billows hung clear-shadowed against the blue
Young hawks find freedom and fly
Robins and chickadees sing from every branch. Their song is true.
Joy brushes across my shoulder and crinkles the corner of my eyes
As sunshine opens up the day, creating light and space, like love
Purveyor of change, in beauty undisguised
April's touch in dancing sunlight on my cheeks. It is enough.
The kiss of spring to melt each heart
And comfort every bone inside your chest, awakening a thaw to every marrow
Breathe in and refresh every part
Open your arms to the brightness ahead and laugh for tomorrow

Spring rises now, laying aside his winter garments
And wrapping hope around his waist
Lingering at your feet to bathe, cleanse,
And wipe away fear with hope



And speaking of poetry, here is Malcolm Guite's sonnet for Palm Sunday

Saturday, March 25, 2017

Saturdays are for...

rest.

There is something very special about days-off falling on Saturday. As a barista, this is often not the case for me. But when it happens, there is a child-like, sabbath-quality to that rest. The grey-skied March weather is very conducive to this sort of day. Not the assertive and outwardly-productive kind of day. But the kind that is refreshing, peaceful, and rejuvenating to mind, heart, and body.
I started off the day looking at airbnb's in London, just because. Because I was curious, and because I love London, and entirely plan to visit someday. Perhaps sooner than later. And yes, I'm definitely going that route when I visit. Who wouldn't want a little slice of a real London home, along with a handy local to ask where the nearest tube entrance is, and which curry is their favorite?

I went on to watch a couple of documentaries I found on youtube. Brilliant ones on bridges, which I found utterly fascinating. I got a complete history and science lesson, not to mention engineering--I learned how a suspension bridge actually works. Mind blown! Here they are if you are at all inclined:
Bridges of New York City
Construction of the World's Tallest Bridge: the Millau Viaduct

Saturdays are also for crossfit. Every day is my yoga day, but Saturdays, especially if I don't work, are the perfect time for a WOD. I'm starting very small. I don't want to give up on this, so we're not going big right away, and for now I don't have much equipment. But I'm using the crossfit style and mindset (and my bro is kindly writing workouts for me). So here we go! Lifestyle of health, fitness, strength, mobility #bemorehuman

Then I tackled all the bookmarks on my laptop, edited and organized them all, deleting a large percentage of them. What a refreshing reboot to my electronic world. And I found some things that I'd forgotten about: this great music, this totally tear-worthy youtube of Amy Pond clips, and so on.

I came downstairs to find Will tuning the piano. I made curry and a pot of tea, and hung out with the familiar 'ting, Ting, TING' of tuning sounds. I ate food, called my other bro, waxed eloquent to Will about bridges and my day in general, looked up Jenna Coleman hairstyles (I need a trim), and now I'm writing this.

Soon I'll clean the kitchen, and do yoga before bed. Maybe start another book. I finished Louise Penny's Bury Your Dead last night. Absolutely brilliant. I also found my copy of Mere Christianity finally, right where it ought to be...

There's so much going on in my life that is new and beautiful, and crazy and full of the goodness and bigness and surprisingness of God. I can't relay it all now; but it's really cool. New ministry opportunities, commitment to community--some expanding, some focusing. Pouring hearts out into speaking life and living love, and living in the truth of the power of prayer. The eye-opening and mind-blowing glory in the every day.

Did you hear the robins? I've known they were back but I just saw my first one the other day, singing his heart out in the tree outside work. It made my day, let me tell you. And the mud is spreading, and some days the sunshine is truly warm! I refuse to wear a coat most days now.

Yes, I'm sorry I haven't gotten to write more on my blog here, but I wouldn't trade the active, social, and very present life I've been living instead. I'm learning to juggle the bookworm in me with the people-person in me. My heart for chatting over coffee, and laughing over pizza, for trading of ideas and sharing of days... with my art, yoga, reading, writing, and thinking soul.

Life is just crazy, you know? I'm all lists and plans one moment, and spontaneity and freedom the next. I always think I'll figure it out one day. Or not, you know. Life is glorious anyway, its heights and depths. Sometimes I just need days like this to step back, explore the city of my mind, and see this beautiful, spinning world as a curious, blinding whole. Like a scout climbing the highest tree to look out over the canopy, I come down grinning, to tell the others 'It is good'.

Monday, March 6, 2017

i want to know if you can see the stars tonight


I write today from the peaceful and inconvenient bonds of convalescence. Having quite abandoned decent self-care in the form of healthy sleeping and eating habits over the weekend, I have come down with a thorough cold and flu that's been making the rounds.

I consider it to be my own fault, with no bitterness. I don't know whether I shall ever become that one kind of responsible figure I know myself capable of being: who wears flannel about her throat during all inclement weather, and turns down a dance for a nap that would do her health good.

For now I am content that I know how to be "good" and employ this knowledge in good earnest on days like these. Since I came down with the wretched thing yesterday, I have dutifully cancelled engagements, taken naps and vitamins; made soup and porridge, and drunk honey-lemon water in quantity.

I have occupied my time, when not sleeping, with Dorothy Sayers' magnificent volume Busman's Honeymoon, which I needn't tell you is delightful in every regard. Last night as well, I enjoyed 'You've Got Mail' at the brilliant suggestion of my roommate Amy. I'd forgotten how visually beautiful everything was, especially Kathleen's flat. And I about died with joy over the streets of New York City, as usual. And I think we can all agree the soundtrack does the heart good.

Today the March sky remains cloudy, and birds can be seen tossed about as they try to fly against the wind. But the mercury is in the lower sixties and the air entirely agreeable. I was able to avail myself of the weather momentarily as I ambled out to administer brief ablution to my car in the form of pine sol and ground coffee.... one doesn't want spilled chili to languish in one's principle mode of transportation.

Having finished there, one's thoughts naturally stray to the long and hot bath. But I was able to stop off at the mat for today's yoga, not wishing to make one concession where others might follow. And I was able to move carefully and with awareness (which is, after all, the point) so as not to over-tax the body while still moving breath and muscle.

But now, yes, I am ensconced in a bath, doused liberally with four-thieves oil. That hot and fragrant steam doing wonders for the head. Very necessary too, as I have already employed pseudoephed in minimizing the pain to my spine induced by sinus pressure. I'm now contemplating soothing suppers and an evening movie.
~

As for my appalling lack of blogposts of late, I can only say that as days stream busy by, it can be increasingly difficult to write about them, or to find time to write about anything else. And the more heart-filled and full of glorious moments they are, the more I don't want to belittle that swirl of living, by one quick line of a post, attempting to sum up what a week has held. Impossible.

So I shan't try. Little bits that make it in here--like Tuesday morning drives to work when the ducks are flying over in pairs and you know spring is on it's way in: the ducks are back! And looking for nests (Wednesday morning it was geese)--when little bits make it in here, you know that there are a hundred other moments it would be impossible to share here. Inspiring quotes, and enlightening conversations; words of wisdom, love shared, fellowship over food. Fears and joys, and giving to God. Ministry opportunities, and prayers answered; and nights when your head hits the pillow and you have no idea how you're going to face tomorrow.
And then the sun rises
and the birds are singing to you
and people smile
and music moves you
and God is closer than your breath
and suddenly all you want to do is live and love well.

Sunday, February 26, 2017

Sharing

I haven't been posting much again... Difficult to find what I want to share sometimes. Busy days, swirling thoughts, dancing feet, learning heart, tired eyes, moving fingers, coffee and tea and a thermos of soup. Books and movies, friends and conversation, catching up with Mom, chasing children. Birthdays, sickness, work and exercise.
The cold is back. I'm dreaming of summer in good earnest now.
I'm still here; finding here; finding stillness.
Missing my brothers and friends who are away; wishing them the best there is to enjoy, but also wanting them to come back and share this space, and talk with me about life and hearts and things that matter.
Excited for the days ahead and what they will hold and bring and teach. What I can see, notice, appreciate; light to bask in. I want to speak life and love well.

I'm back here just to share a thing or two...

A spring poem by CS Lewis  on a favorite blog of mine... someday I'll see Addison's walk at Magdalen myself. Until then...

"still everything happens for a reason is no reason not to ask yourself: am i living it right?" - John Mayer

Wednesday, February 22, 2017

Out


Sorry I've been pretty out of it in the posting realm these days. Juggling work, life, gorgeous weather to appreciate (keeping an eye on that forecast for tomorrow, since I have to drive...) and driving out to my parent's to spend a couple of days with a bunch of crazy kids. It's good, I'm good, are you good? oh, good. Back soon.

Monday, February 20, 2017

1 The LORD is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? The LORD is the stronghold of my life; of whom shall I be afraid?
2 When evildoers assail me to eat up my flesh, my adversaries and foes, it is they who stumble and fall.
3 Though an army encamp against me, my heart shall not fear; though war arise against me, yet I will be confident.
4 One thing have I asked of the LORD, that will I seek after: that I may dwell in the house of the LORD all the days of my life, to gaze upon the beauty of the LORD and to inquire in his temple.
5 For he will hide me in his shelter in the day of trouble; he will conceal me under the cover of his tent; he will lift me high upon a rock.
6 And now my head shall be lifted up above my enemies all around me, and I will offer in his tent sacrifices with shouts of joy; I will sing and make melody to the LORD.
7 Hear, O LORD, when I cry aloud; be gracious to me and answer me!
8 You have said, "Seek my face." My heart says to you, "Your face, LORD, do I seek."
9 Hide not your face from me. Turn not your servant away in anger, O you who have been my help. Cast me not off; forsake me not, O God of my salvation!
10 For my father and my mother have forsaken me, but the LORD will take me in.
11 Teach me your way, O LORD, and lead me on a level path because of my enemies.
12 Give me not up to the will of my adversaries; for false witnesses have risen against me, and they breathe out violence.
13 I believe that I shall look upon the goodness of the LORD in the land of the living!
14 Wait for the LORD; be strong, and let your heart take courage; wait for the LORD!  - Psalms 27

Sunday, February 19, 2017

Saturday, February 18, 2017

unseasonable warmth




one of these days I'll get back to posting properly...
First teatime outdoors of 2017
enjoying the sunsets and sunrises lately

Wednesday, February 15, 2017

I am called Liv

(called to live) 

Tuesday, February 14, 2017

Isn't Love Cool?

If you haven't been bowled over recently by the realization of God's overwhelming love for you, know that is what I want for you, and more than that, it's God's heart for you as well.

As I journey through these days, growing exponentially, processing the enormous work of the Spirit through our weekend retreat... the seeds planted, the walls broken down, the plowing begun... I'm just giddy with the glory of it.

Grace upon grace... there's just been an outpouring of prayers answered, and new joys, and reasons to rejoice with gratitude. Just want to mention a few things that I just love to death.
Friends. This isn't an accurate representation of course, but I don't have a good photo: we're always too busy being our hilarious, busy, and conversational selves

I'm just crazy about my city. Love this place. When the day clears up, and I see it gleaming before me... or when I get home after the weekend and look out my window to the lights glowing through a strip of trees, and the moon shining brightly above...
Early morning sunrise. Even when you've been up for three hours before this happens, it's a great view to have from the workplace.

Monday, February 13, 2017

Sing for your Heart

So you want to be free
See an end of the walls
He will take them all down
But it hurts when they fall

Lift up your head
You are loved my friend
You’re surrounded; give up
Only love can win

You’ll carry it with you
This safety and space
Wherever you go - love
You found in this place

Walk like a Narnian
Deny fear a hold
Open heart, open arms
Let your steps become bold

Fill your lungs with laughter
This crazy spinning world
Is yours in faith to wander
So leap with hope unfurled

Warm your hands on the cup
Find a place at the table
You are never alone
He is willing and able

Sharing minds and mealtimes
Opening your eyes
Morning rhymes with coffee
And so we arise

Souls in murmuration
Lives ahead to roam
Lifting up each other
And reaching for home

Let the hope in your days
Put a light in your glance
Let your shoulders swing free
Breathe in and just dance

Let’s see the world
Just get up and go
Don’t worry about it
We’ll go with the flow

Caffeine and constellations
Patterned city lights
Swirling concentration
Strolling busy nights

Lift up your voice
Step into your part
His Spirit is in you
So sing for your heart.

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Friday, February 10, 2017

Brothers

This weekend we pour out our hearts together and lead our friends in worship
So grateful to be doing it with these guys



Pictures are from practice sessions, except the very random one of me, because I don't take pictures of myself singing, obviously. Not pictured here, our fabulous drummer.

Thursday, February 9, 2017

Wednesday, February 8, 2017

Deep breath

During a busy week of work and getting ready for a busy weekend, it's good to be able to stop and relax.

Sometimes that's a cookie and a pot of tea, or a movie with roommates. Tonight it meant a long hot bath with lavender essential oils, small blue candles, and Bill Evans pandora.

This week has been a powerful one for my heart-journey, and I pray that all that would continue and grow as we go into this weekend and that the power and presence of the Holy Spirit would manifest itself in new ways.

Take a deep breath, my friends, as we head toward the weekend. Whether you're heading on a retreat, or finding solace in your own heart, at the table Jesus has set before you, or both... rest your head. Let joy find you. Pray for our Big Sandy weekend. Pray that your own heart would be bowled over by new knowledge of the love of God for you.

Peace.

Monday, February 6, 2017

Today was a good monday

I was in a very good mood for no reason at all. Even a long, very slow work day didn't dampen my spirits much. Let's go Tuesday... Cheers!

Sunday, February 5, 2017

Busy rest and restful busy


I was able to start my Sunday slow today, go to the late service at church, and then fill my afternoon with productivity.





I first headed off to the laundromat, with my backpack and pile of laundry. Settled in on a chair while I waited, and was able to put in some time studying Jeremiah, various devotions, notes, and list-making for the week. Copied out some lyrics for the weekend. 
Then I headed home to do some cooking -- I haven't gotten time to properly cook in a while -- before heading out to watch the game later on.
part of my adventure into gf df veggie lasagna.
turned out rather well, and satisfied my desire for pasta, lasagna, and pizza
Quite the Super Bowl upset. I wasn't terribly invested in the Falcons winning, so I was able to enjoy the suspense and final victory. I tend to like underdog wins anyway, and with all the records they set tonight, I'm totally happy for them.

Saturday, February 4, 2017

Young and full of running, tell me where has that taken me? Just a great figure eight or a tiny infinity


A busy day, but full of good things. Friends-like-family for a (very) large breakfast. There was of course bacon, and pineapple. Not to mention pancakes and hash browns. Cooking together, much laughter, and singing practice. Then a long afternoon of work at the coffeeshop. Winding down now...

Thursday, February 2, 2017

Shout out to Adriene



Highly commend Yoga with Adriene to anyone looking to grow their home practice. She's all about Find What Feels Good, and tending to your body for gentle, systematic improvement. But in the space of a month, she can transform the way you look at exercise and stillness, confidence and patience.
Mobility, balance, strength, shape, all improve drastically with this steady, day-after-day practice.
I've been using her videos off and on for years, and have great enjoyed both her 30 days of yoga, and her 30 day yoga camp. Doing those thirty days in a row really helps to build a habit, and enables you to see results and the positive influence on your daily movement.
But I'm extra thrilled about her 31 day yoga revolution that I just finished. Not only is it a great way to keep the muscles from seizing up through these cold winter days and long work shifts, but it is an enormous help against the winter blues (cabin fever/seasonal affective disorder/etc), both in clearing the mind, and in strengthening your body for each day ahead.
Just as a little personal excitement, I've realized a great many changes just over the last month of doing the January revolution challenge. In addition to finding more ease in downward dog, dandasana, and even plank, I've been able to improve my balance in tree, and vakasana, even started growing my eight-angle-pose! And as I go, the practice of the breath assists both strength and relaxation, spinal health and posture improve, and I'm just much more ready to face February.
Did I mention Adriene's funny and laid-back?

Wednesday, February 1, 2017

February. Can you believe it friends?

...

My heart is full right now. What started out as a normal day--work etc.--turned into blessed hours of fellowship. Ben stopped by work as I was getting off and we started off the afternoon with a good chat about this and that. Went home, did yoga and took a nap, and then get a text from a friend asking if I was available for a drop-in visit: puzzle-making and coffee.
Some things are an automatic yes.
And then people started poking their heads into the room, knocking on the door; joining conversation and sharing stories and hearts. It was beautiful and full of connection and community of spirit. Working on a difficult puzzle gives hands and eyes a pleasant occupation, conducive to the fast-slow, quiet-loud of conversation.
There was singing of course.
There's always music when we come together. Once in a while someone would drift into the other room and play piano... background serenade. We'd sing about the love of God, and how we find it hard to let him love us, and talk about the work and words of the holy spirit.
And we talked about other things too. Work and days and coffee and tea, and silly stuff. And we laughed hard as always. We made and ate food, and just sat on the uncomfortable floor staring at puzzle pieces in lovely van-gogh-esque color schemes, and enjoying each other's company.
I'm looking forward with a growing heart to Big Sandy next week.
Next week! I can hardly believe it.
Lord, meet us there and speak. May Your bigness and Your love and the work of the Spirit just blow our minds, and bow us down, and lift us again to praise and joy.

Tuesday, January 31, 2017

More on than off

   
   
The day started in a very relaxing way. I was supposed to have the day off so I made the most of it, and slept in a little. Then yoga and green tea, and a good breakfast. List making, and planner notes... great schemes for my open day. And then I got called in to work. Which was not bad... it's nice to do work that your hands know how to do. But it greatly shortened the time left for studying Jeremiah, and cleaning my room. I did get some done in both of those areas though, before I left for small-group. Altogether, not as much downtime as I'd planned, but a good, solid day.

Monday, January 30, 2017

i'm gonna sing my way away from blue

Mondays are harder when you didn't really get a weekend. But they're made better by coffee, friends, cloudy skies, green tea (in fascinating glass), shopping at Target, and an evening movie set in Chicago. Plus, tomorrow I can sleep in...for the first time in a while.

Sunday, January 29, 2017

Just keep me where the light is..

The sky was bright today... but I feel worn. Long hours of work this morning, a little rest, and then a lot of singing this afternoon.

There aren't enough hours in the day for all the things I want to do. Especially when I choose to do exciting things when perhaps I should rest, and choose to rest when perhaps I should clean. But I figure, it will even itself out in the end.

One day and then the next. Work, paychecks, coffee and chicken-noodle-soup. Friends, hugs, conversation and dreams.

Fighting to bring dreams into reality.

Clearing the mind even of the good fillers, in order to rest and shavasana.

Giving up what we cannot keep to gain what we cannot lose.

And then doing it again tomorrow.

"do not go gentle into that good night. rage, rage against the dying of the light."

Dylan Thomas

Thursday, January 26, 2017

The sky was indigo at dawn


So yes, I'm woefully behind on blogging here. Life continues busily with much real life and good things. Extra hours of work here, extra prayer for others there. Moroccan sweet potato lentil soup in the crockpot... One long day off where I lounged and watched Veronica Mars and worked on a puzzle with hundreds of blue pieces.



Went to a wonderful worship service late last night. I love that within a few minutes, so many like-minded hearts are growing and being lifted up to God every day, every week. It's a beautiful thing.

I want to sit at your feet
Drink from the cup in your hand
Lay back against you and breathe
Feel your heartbeat
This love is so deep
It's more than I can stand
I melt in your peace
It's overwhelming



A Guide to Drinking Tea

I'm off to do yoga, shower, make fried rice, and head out dancing!


Sunday, January 22, 2017

Sharing moments and lifting hearts


~*~
Head to the Heart

I open up to you
This love that makes me new
Oh may my heart receive
This love that carries me
From the head to the heart
You take me on a journey
Of letting go
And getting lost in you
From the head to the heart
You take me on a journey
Of letting go
And getting lost in you
My heart is open wide
I will receive your light
You give me faith like a child
In you my heart runs wild
Cuz there’s no shame
In looking like a fool
When I give you what I can’t keep
To take a hold of you
There’s no shame
In looking like a fool
When I give you what I can’t keep
To take a hold of you
More than words
More than good ideas
I found your love in the open fields

From the head to the heart
You take me on a journey
Of letting go
And getting lost in you
From the head to the heart
You take me on a journey
Of letting go
And getting lost in you
There’s no shame
In looking like a fool
When I give you what I can’t keep
To take a hold of you
There’s no shame
In looking like a fool
When I give you what I cant keep
To take a hold of you
And take a hold of you
{©2015 United Pursuit Music (ASCAP) and Capitol CMG Genesis (ASCAP)}

Friday, January 20, 2017

Random life and stuff

Went swing dancing again last night! Didn't get very many hours of sleep, but had a grand time. Busy days with work and such these days. Coffee and friends around the corners of days. Late night worship services. Enjoying the foggy March-like weather. I could really like it if we skipped February. Now Grace and I are visiting the parentals for a quiet partial-weekend. Excuse us while we recline.

a quote from the Magnus Chase book I finished last week

Tuesday, January 17, 2017

Monday, January 16, 2017

Mondays

... are for early rising, and pre-dawn showers; speedy breakfasts, and moderate driving. Scrubbing pots, and pouring coffee. Generally drinking coffee and more work until midday. Afternoon coffee shopping with roommates and brother. Sherlock and late chatting with friends.

Sunday, January 15, 2017

Beginning a new week...

with worship.
                  and coffee.

also reading, and some inspiring pinterest scrolling: