Wednesday, March 9, 2011

i stumbled upon some readings on ash wednesday. In light of current events here... i find it very in line and refreshing. i don't have much to time to write but i love that it is about ash wednesday is that it is a time to grieve and repent. Something i think we don't do often. It is a period of reflection, of self- denial, a time to put into practice what is most important. It is a time of healing.

Thursday, March 3, 2011

I've been thinking a lot lately. Really i've been feeling like starting up blogging again, but perhaps under a different blog... this one is old. hmmm never getting around to it... but i think i will or perhaps tumblr. not sure yet. lots is going on in my head...

today i had a run in with my past (not just a little run in... like wham here it is... this is everyone you've ever known/whose hurt you/ you've loved/love moment)... it wasn't as scary as it used to be. It felt nice not to be scared. It left me feeling a little sad though, and yet happy in some ways. weird.

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

How many friends do you have?

Been listening to NPR. I love it. There was a special this week about the internet and its social aspects. Networks such as Facebook have grown our number of what sociologists call "weak" links, which are somewhat like acquaintances. But "strong" links they say are reported developed only through continual face to face interaction. Interesting... and i'm blogging about it. lol.

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Yay for all my new cleaning supplies... all organic!

Boo our room is taking too long... glad that dan is handy though. It will be amazing when its all done.

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

UFC night

So a few months ago I was at a UFC night; a nice little get together with all things needed at a man's sporting event- beer, chips and dip. Well I'd never watched UFC fighting, but the guys told me it was better than boxing or wrestling. They warned me that it was pretty brutal and I could leave if I needed to.

And so there I was sitting, watching, and understanding why these fights can become quite addicting entertainment. But also thinking though centuries apart we are not so different from the Romans who loved to watch the gladiators fight. Its crazy. But perhaps the most dangerous statement of the night came from one of the guys on the couch who said, "Look at these warriors!" And i think thats the danger of entertainment like that. Those men are not warriors in battle, they are entertainers. Yes, they are really fighting but they aren't fighting for anything but fame, glory and entertainment. These glorified cage fighters are to men, what Angelina Jolie is to women. A story of what the "ultimate/quintessential" man or woman is. I think what we have to remember is that they are just entertainers.

Overall it was quite an interesting night. Wonderful food and beer, nice conversation, and new food for thought.

Monday, July 26, 2010

A dicotomy

Some days I feel sad about it.

Some days I feel in love with everything else.

Some days I just say "fuck them, they don't even care that they hurt me."

But then some days I just want to call because i miss them; I want to let it all go and be friends once more.

Some days I'm mad at Jesus, for letting it be like this. For leaving me to hurt.

But then some days I am amazed at how he reaches out to me in the midst of my pain, my brokenness; when I am rejecting him, when I'm sure we've gone so far beyond repair, and I know I'm drowning... he reaches out to save me.

Some days I am a brat... and yet He still chooses to bless me... its really amazing; and today I am so thankful for that.

Sunday, July 18, 2010

Flight of the Phoenix; exhaustion

I search the terrain for a safe place, soaring, but not so high anymore. My wings are worn and wilted... broken by past encounters. I long for a landing space, but see nothing. My body aches from months of pushing on through the wind and rain. My jaded and broken heart weighs me down. Can I continue flying?

I long for fire, for new birth, for the hope that comes in fertile ash. When will it come; it cannot be forced. I'm tired, how can this ache so much, how can the terrain below look so barren and dangerous?

Fire, I long for fire.