great is thy faithfulness

awake

sometimes, i think, God allows you to have certain dreams at night so that no matter how stressful or trying your life seems, you wake up in the morning not only relieved and happy, but even content with your lot...in comparison to what "could have been"...

stachio

5 year old girl in trader joe's:

"pistachios!! i love those guys. they're so...greeeeen and yummy."

     1 minute later:

"mom, you know why i love pistachios? because they're so salty!"

that little girl and i have a lot in common.

buggy

as happens oh so often

precious one,

today i missed you anew

 

agreed

"think it will be weird",
she said. the week just ahead...
"yeah, i think so too."

eeeee

sometimes, when all seems lost, i just need to see something ridiculously cute. sometimes we all do.
and so...

you're welcome.

"isn't there, like, *nothing* wrong with the OC?"

i was privileged  this week to sub for an art class in which i got to take part in a conversation between 4 girls about their favorite show: the OC. here is a quote from one girl...verbatim (as is the title of the post):

"i used to love adam brody...i was like: 'i'm gonna marry seth cohen.'
Then i grew up, and i was like, 'benjamin mckenzie is so much better.' "

how long, Lord?

flash

lightning and thunder...my wish has come true!!

sloshed

it started raining this afternoon, and after walking in it for 7 seconds my little blue flats were soaked clean through.

i was so happy.

phew

there is no relief like that which comes after seeing a disheveled man walking towards you talking and gesticulating angrily and just as you're face to face with him you realize he's wearing an earpiece.

cloudy

at least, my head is.
raining tomorrow, i hope...
i'll take a walk now

2 months

i miss you so much

move

"the moment of inspiration does not come to someone who lolls around expecting the gift to be free."

~madeleine l'engle

transferrence

setting: maranatha. freshman english.
kids are working together in groups:

red headed boy is singing to himself in a high whiny voice, tapping his pencil on his desk. shaved head boy looks up at him...

shb: will you shut up?

rhb: you're being really annoying.

logos

atlas sound at the natural history museum.

awesome.

(sheeeeeellliiiaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa....)

alright

tonight my new-found unexplainable, steadily escalating and very disturbing tendency of maiming and/or destroying everything i come into contact with hit an all-time low.

as in it hit my car.
or rather...i hit something else with my car.

complex

a freshman boy just told me i look like haley joel osment.

huh.

settling

"we are halfhearted creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us, like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum because he cannot imagine what is meant by a holiday at sea. we are far too easily pleased."

~c.s. lewis, from the weight of glory

might morphin'

mhs students:
 thoughts on power rangers

"it's all about the tommy/pink ranger relationship."

"it makes sense if you have abs of steel, if you hit them with a dagger, it's gonna make sparks."

"why was the black power ranger black? ... 'racist rangers' they should be called."

sold

one time one of my very talented friends, phil kim, did a painting of me, and i've been meaning to put a picture of it up for a while...cause i like it a lot.

it was exhibited at the art show i went to the other night...it had a big red dot next to it when i got there. someone bought it.

i'm strangely flattered.

ember

here glows the long, slow burn of grief and loss
now, tomorrow
until the water of sweet passing

if

plans

pink christmas lights glow
eyelids droop all drowsily
hoping in morning

awe

just got back from a fantastic group art show called mod melange...it was comprised of illustration and fine art majors that i went to LCAD with.
i came a way with two very distinct feelings:

1~inspiration~these people are my contemporaries, they work just as hard, and most likely much harder than i do trying to make a living these days, and still are wonderfully and amazingly productive...so what's stopping me?

2~conviction~these people are my contemporaries, they work just as hard, and most likely much harder than i do trying to make a living these days, and still are wonderfully and amazingly productive...so what the hell is stopping me???

...

okay i'm ready to slow down

i can't believe it's two thousand and ten.

(amaris and i ringing in the stroke of new year)