this is beautiful

"You will go out in joy
and be led forth in peace;
the mountains and hills
will burst into song before you,
and all the trees of the field
will clap their hands.
Instead of the thornbush will grow the juniper,
and instead of briers the myrtle will grow.
This will be for the LORD’s renown,
for an everlasting sign,
that will endure forever.”
Isaiah 55

*sigh*

the sun was shining.....
and it was snowing.
this weird new england weather
is starting to drive me
crazy.
....
i wish i could write poetry like i could
when it would roll and bump
and sing right out of me
when the sun would shine and i would write
when the time would lend itself to words
and i could hear them
and i could write them
....
but, because my time has not had time to write 
here is something i wrote and like:

Standing on the shore, the breeze washing my face in salty-freshness, I gaze and imagine. If Jesus were out there walking on the deep azure water the waves rolling around his ankles, and he called my name, would I come? Would I have the faith to trust his might, to step foot atop the sea? Would I trust not in my own strength to hold me up, but in the power of the one who created me and the sea? The salty water licks my feet as I edge closer to the water. I take a breath. I trust. I step. Holding me up through the waves around me, He lovingly sustains my every move. Fearless, I run to Jesus. 

(i think i already posted this-a long time ago, but i like it so here it is again...it's not a drabble-120 words.)

i actually have time to post!

I think it is a miracle-I actually have some free time-a whole hour!! Now that basketball is over I've had some more time to take pictures, so here are some random pieces of my life (all of these are unedited-except for a few that were "denoised" a bit):

a walk with my sister

seriously, i think our kitchen has the best lighting ever

a birthday party

a stunning morning-this doesn't do it justice

the rising sun was piercing the fog and it was gorgeous

yummo strawberries

And because this blog was for me to post what I write:

I was imagining the other day...

Ocean breeze wash my face in the warm afternoon air. 

The cool wavy water washes through my light brown hair.

The sand between my toes, 

the salty air in my nose. 

The summer in the sky 

and my hair is quick to dry. 

With the warmth of the sun, 

the day's nearly done. 

I close my eyes as sleep's soft wings flutter past 

and the day become a memory. (3/11/11)

HAPPY FIRST DAY OF SPRING, EVERYBODY!!!!

today is a day worth celebrating!
we have survived another winter,
we have turned the corner and spring is HERE!

99 cents of DELICIOUS

today i bought myself a snickers bar, oh it was so good! and like most things i find good-i took pictures of it. :) You can enjoy some of the yum in these pictures:

HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY!!!

oh what a beautiful morning!

Oh what a beautiful morning,
Oh what a beautiful day,
I've got a wonderful feeling,
Everything's going my way.

All the sounds of the earth are like music,
All the sounds of the earth are like music,
The breeze is so busy it don't miss a tree,
And an ol' Weepin' Willer is laughin' at me.
~
here is a picture of the morning-and i only wish i could capture the breeze, the smell of the coming spring and the warmth of the sun

it doesn't really look that beautiful-the dirty snow, the leaveless trees-but the sun is shining, the snow is melting and spring is coming-looks beautiful to me.

Dear Lord and Father of Mankind

Drop they still dews of quietness,

Till all our strivings cease;

take from our souls the strain and stress,

and let our ordered lives confess

they beauty of Thy peace

Breathe through the heats of our desire

they coolness and they balm;

let sense be dumb, let flesh retire;

speak through the earthquake, wind, and fire,

O still, small voice of calm.

 

-John Greenleaf Whittier

this is just a portion of the poem that was in my history book

words

aren't words just the strangest things?
sounds and syllables, meanings and rhythms, consonants and vowels, communication, poetry and songs, prose and speech.
and isn't poetry the weirdest thing?
a compilation of strange words, to form a rhythm and rhyme, a reason and a melody of words. to portray a thought, a hope, a desire, a memory a concept, a love, a feeling even though sometimes the silence is louder than words.
it's a good thing some of the oddest things are the most beautiful.
i really think there are few things that are more beautiful than words-
maybe just a sunset
or
an ocean full of water
the bride on her wedding day
or
the new born baby
the clouds of a storm
or
the smile on a face
the tips of the mountains
or
the rays of sunshine
on a summer day
but maybe the words that can hardly describe these are just as beautiful

spring tease

Walking down the street, i listened-
the birds were singing
the melting snow was dribbling down the storm drains
the tires were swirshing through the slush
and it was beautiful
i felt the warm sun on my face
even though i was a little late for class
my feet had to slow a bit to enjoy the
spring tease