5ive

1 fire still out of control.

2 hilarious dogs i'm taking care of

3 drawings i hope to finish soon

4 new leads on possible living situatuons

5 minutes before i get ready for bed...

fired

three of my favorite pictures from the past 24 hours or so...

last night

this morning

this afternoon

la canada

107 degrees

dry

breezy

ON FIRE.

flaming

watching southern california burn to a crisp.

typed

exiting my car in a parking lot recently, i saw a sedan covered in ed hardy bumper stickers and even displaying an ed hardy sun visor. it was ridiculous. upon seeing it, my very first thought about the owner of the car was: "well, there is a pretty good chance that this person is not white".

loneliness

put it from your mind and focus instead on blessings and that which is good...or meditate on its purpose and lift it up in prayer?

how deep does God grieve
to see such desperation
children in bondage

whee

{see: tiberius}

afternoon

"chance of rain" they said
alas all clouds have faded
warm low lazy breeze

clutter

related a lot to elizabeth's post today...

...both in her analogy, and in what it symbolizes. (insert "lol")
i definitely qualify as an emotional pack-rat. but by the grace of God, i'm getting better. just a little bit better...

ironical

"discouragement is disenchanted self-love..."

~oswald chambers

sitter

kinda lonely, being in this big ol' house all by myself...

watering plants, locking doors, working...


crickets.

sunday

blessed church morning
smelled smoky wild fiery sky
but ran anyway

sufNOT

so, the show sold out in a half hour...even with getting up at 6:55 (7am being the equivalent to 10am EST, when they went on sale) and repeatedly refreshing the ticketmaster page, i didn't have a fighting chance. it's all the more disappointing because, right before my alarm went off to wake me up, i actually dreamed that i had laboriously, yet successfully bought the tickets online. "didn't i already do this??" i thought to myself as i sat up in bed.
oh well.

"resting"

i'll never forget discovering this painting in the art institute of chicago a few years ago. i hadn't gone to art school, i had never figure painted, i had never even heard of antonio mancini before. but i was in love with it all the same...and i hope i get to go back and see it someday.

hero

the dapper old man in the starbucks this afternoon reading pride & prejudice. his whole mannerism--from the clothes he wore to the way he held his book and sipped his drink.

totally made my day.

jesus

he's there whether i feel him or not.

ohmylord

sufjan. in NY. when i will be there.
.
.
.
.
i think my heart is about to explode...

{see: sufjan}

pushed

i love running harder than i think i can

"come on, legs, don't pay attention to the brain"

it actually works.
imagine that.

geezer

i was supposed to go out tonight and do cool stuff and be all young and cool...but i'm just too darn tired. all i want is to read a book and be in bed by 10pm.
maybe there's a way to compromise...?

relief

clear mountains cool breeze
not hot nasty mugginess
it's nice out today

swing

some days i feel up for facing anything. some days i can hardly move out of plain numb fear. sometimes this varies by hour...or even by minute...and there are no consistent triggers.

it's extremely frustrating and, honestly, real inconvenient.

tiberius

confessions of a geek-at-heart:
despite limited personal funds, i ordered star trek (original series) season 2 on dvd yesterday and it can't get here soon enough.

rouges

i walked past some roses today that were such a radiant fuschia-red it actually hurt my eyes.

phew

"in numberless ways God will bring us back to the same point over and over again. He never tires of bringing us to the one point until we learn the lesson, because He is producing the finished product."

~oswald chambers

i wrote this in my journal this morning...my life makes a lot more sense and feels a lot less futile when i read it.

curry

sometimes i reeeally miss kuala lumpur