| It's in the way my heart beats....when I see him near. It's in the way my soul sings....when I hear his voice. It's in the way his smile captures my eyes. It's in the way his laughter makes me giggle inside. It's the way my heart shines...when he speaks to me. It's the way my soul shivers...when I reply. It's in the way his joy illuminates through the sky. It's in the way his happiness makes the day shine. It's in the way the magical silence is comforting. It's in the way the mystery song is singing. |
I have lived life, while holding a latte in my hand. The avenues of life and love that I have experienced, have taught me lessons and given me passion for today. If you read my ponderings below, one may be surprised to find that there is more life to live and love to give, while sipping on a latte.
Monday, January 21, 2008
Mystery Song
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
Acts of Love
| To love and to be loved is to feel the sun from both sides. -David Viscott * thoughts are swarming still...more to come soon * |
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Memories of Hope
| During the perplexing, wavering, uncertain moments of life, one finds the brightest spark of hope to hold on to. It's not that their life should shatter just cause someone else's world has collapsed....it's the spark of hope that lights the way. Knowing that the heart and soul has forever been changed by the mere fragment of someone else's precious time. It's not the loss that lives on...it's the memories...the ones that brought hope and light the way for a brighter day. It's the smiles and cries that emphasize the meaning of life. It's taunting really, the way life shatters...and yet how hope relinquishes the spirit of life into the soul. It's a time in life that will never be forgotten...nor will ever be replaced...it's the light of my hope and will forever guide my way. In this life...there will be loss of loved ones...there will be time for grieving, there will be time of precious new found hope, there will be time to laugh, there will be time to grow, but most of all there is always time to love. May this Christmas mark not only a time of hope, but a time of love.... |
Saturday, December 8, 2007
Sparkle and Shine
| Abba father, have your way...Though they know not what they do....May the cross draw men to you...to you...( Hillsong ) Every bit of my heart is bursting! Not only to hear the Father say "yes" but to know in my spirit that what I had experienced in recent years was a beautiful tapestry of life unveiling the mystery and magic of Jesus' love for me. He is all that I need in this life...I know that time paves the way and light captures my soul in the darkness...for the road was treacherous and barren. It allowed me to fear who God was and all that He could do for me. It brought me to a place of understanding the real meaning of the love of Christ. Blessings...there are so many...but I was reminded tonight...that when things are dark...He is still at work...paving a way and giving meaning to things that are incomprehensible. It's beautiful, how for a time life spins tragically to forever build a bridge across the barren land. To spring hope and happiness within the soul that allows the love in life to sparkle and shine! |
Sunday, December 2, 2007
Inspired Love
| For love is as strong as death, and its jealousy is as enduring as the grave. Love flashes like fire, the brightest kind of flame. Many waters can not quench love; neither can rivers drown it. If man tried to buy love with everything he owned, his offer would be utterly despised. - Song of Songs 8: 6-7 |
Saturday, November 24, 2007
Dreamality
| The older I get, the more that I realize my dreams are coinciding with reality. My life goals expand over an array of complexities...and allow me to keep myself grounded in this life. One thing is for certain...my ideal of dreams and reality. Dream...the place I often find myself wanting to live...not necessarily like a perfect dream world....but the dream of just simply being happy with the reality that has been given to me. It's really my dreamality that keeps me going....knowing that it will get better from this point of reality....and that the dream of what I desire will never die. It may not ever come my way....nor ever make me smile...but in dreamality....life always smiles at me. It gives me hope...and allows me to embrace the reality of the all that I encounter...with the twist of my dream being at the center of my heart...always. If I could ever say that I have lived a dreamality...it would be right now... today....to know that reality is colliding with a lifelong dream to create the beauty and light; of what I call a dreamality. It's real...and when all of life fails me, or I fail at life...the dreamality of this light will pick me up and gently carry me back to the birth of it's beauty. |
Saturday, November 3, 2007
Wisdom
| An array of things encompassed my mind today. All in all though my heart is feeling blissfully happy with life. It is the happiness in this life that we create. If we seek out the beauty, it is favorable that beauty will be found. If we seek destruction than wreckage can never be mended. It's pretty amazing to know the harden soul...I had several years ago at this time... has truly been transformed. It's the hope and beauty of life that got me through. It's all around...it's the laughter of children playing, it's the bird with a song...singing. It's the rainbow, at the end of terrible storm. It's the light in the darkened room. It's the peace, amidst the confusion. It's smile that lifts your spirits. It's a unique connection that transcends time. It's the encouraging word and favorable winds that inspire the heart to believe. Someone asked me the other day....where did your wisdom come from? You are so full of it....well I had to chuckle at the humor of her question...but I paused before answering...and a photo journey in my heart flashed within my soul... In my most casual persona...I answered....I would have to say Life. Just seeing the simplicity and beauty creates the atmosphere of heightened inspiration. Life paints an array of beauty everyday...it's all in how we perceive the painting that teaches us wisdom. |
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