Toadstools.

It's time.
So much has changed.
Instrumental folk is my drug. So is Mountain Dew.
There is so much to do.
Let's do house church again.
I miss it profusely.
So much made sense then.
I bought napkins with toadstools and penguins on them. [?]
Painting should become more of a priority.
I'm so ready.
Writing "2009" just got normal.
Figured out what I want to do with myself. It requires grad work.
Oft I venture outside and inhale the smells of Christmas: burning wood, wet pavement and orange trees.
This time of year makes me hyper-critical of service projects and people's motives.
Introspective moods around this time of year annoy me.
Let's be humbly thankful this year.
Taking things for granted isn't really an option.
Give give give give give give give give.

Etc.

Gray rainy day, down in the mud for us. Don't feel I can sing, songs to the God in control of the seasons. But what's good and bad, flow from the hands, of the God with the perfect plan. Filling us with joy, all of this will glorify.

Growing by subtraction.

Sometimes the wax around the candle needs to be heated a long time before the wick will take a flame.

Sometimes we have to be under the fire for a long time before the flame really affects us and we're able to be truly effective.


"Think how long a seed has to experience darkness before it truly grows..."

G'bye old friend.

Melancholic joy?

So I've been thinking a lot about depression. Don't get weirded out. Part of it was for a paper. I listened to a public radio program about the topic and the interviewer talked to Andrew Solomon, Parker Palmer and Anita Barrows about their views of depression from a stance of spirituality.
Something that Palmer said that is also quoted in one of his books struck me profoundly:


“I had embraced a form of Christian faith devoted less to the experience of God than the abstractions about God, a fact that now baffles me. How did so many disembodied concepts emerge from a tradition whose central commitment is to the Word become flesh?”


If part of our body wasn’t cared for, we’d notice. If we had an appendage missing, we’d notice. Likewise, I believe that if we only consider one aspect of a person’s body and fail to holistically take care of people in a spiritual way, we'd notice...and we aren’t being true Christians. As Jesus says in John, “I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full.”
There are a lot of appendages that we overlook, accidentally and purposefully. This could be one of them. Good thing we have such a reconciling Father.

[Then maidens will dance and be glad, young men and old as well. I will turn their mourning into gladness; I will give them comfort and joy instead of sorrow.] Jeremiah 31/13

Just a thought.

Fudge sticks and Failblog

Night three of having roommates.
2:20a.
I just learned the pilates seal move. It's the most efficient and comical I'd say.
I love community. And having a house with responsibility.
Frigerated cookies are good.
And things like this keep us laughing til we have to pee.







I'm sold on this having roommates idea.