**This is a poem I wrote for a friend who's grandma has Alzheimer's. Red hair from Scottish ancestry Red plaid, button up shirts Vaguely she knows me, but She can’t remember me Lost between worlds Wandering among tangled strings— Tangent thoughts She can’t find that one red wire The one that tells her who… Continue reading Red Boy
Before I type anything to make a new blog post, WordPress tells me, "Share your story here...." My story about the last two weeks is long and really isn't worth sharing. There is probably a lot I could tell you, but rather I am going to leave you with a short encouraging note. Do you… Continue reading Trust is an ongoeing decision.
She sits in her pocket of the world unperturbed by toxic kisses With her eyes closed she carves designs into her skin— Swirls and lines— With her fingernails on her thighs She sits in the quiet atmosphere half asleep Tired from sleazy men and their slimy words She rubs her hands along the fabric… Continue reading She Sits *Edited*
I mentioned this in a previous post, but now I want to breifly expand on it. Bullet Journaling is keeping an organized planner with various spreads of your own design. It does require a little creativity, but you don't need to be good at drawing or anything at all. I find it fun because it… Continue reading Bullet Journaling
I have just about everything to tell you. I went to a wedding a month ago. My brother's wedding. It was beautiful. I have a new sister now. I love her. I love them. Everyone is in love. It's great. Believe it or not, my life is a lot more organized than it used to… Continue reading Everything has happened. Be prepared for a slew of random thoughts.
Penuel is the name of the floor I live on in my dorm. It is also the name of the mountain where Jacob wrestled with God. The name Penuel means "Face of God." Jacob named the mountain that because it is where he saw the face of God and was spared. Why do I mention… Continue reading Penuel
Habits are not Addictions. Like wise, Addictions are not habits. They can not be broken or overcome in the same way. I want this to be made very clear. "Oh, I'm so addicted to coffee!" No, you are not addicted to coffee. You just have a habit of drinking it every morning. Besides, you wouldn't… Continue reading Habits Vs. Addictions
A friend of mine and I were talking recently. She said, "My goal this semester is to focus on myself. That sounds selfish, but I can't worry about taking care of everyone else. I need to focus on me and take care of me." (Maybe that's not the exact wording, but it captures the general… Continue reading Selfishness or Selflessness
I have this thing where I love taking pictures of the sun. Yesterday, when I was out on the back deck, I was wrapped up in a blanket writing, when I looked up and noticed the sun setting. At first I thought it was just beautiful. I was like, "Wow. Look at that. Such a… Continue reading Manifestation of Heaven on Earth (At least to my romantic mind.)