Unique.

the sermon today was on how foolish it was for esau to sell his birthright. and how lucky we are to have a heritage of God. how most people would love to have what we do. and how often we throw that away or take it for granted. food for the soul.

we had visitors at church today. Eugene and Kandra Kanagy. and their absolutely darling baby Shaylee. and Jeff and Jenny Benesh and family. Kandra was a former teacher here, so tonight there’s food for everyone who wants to commune with them. i am not going. i’m not sure if my family is or not. we moved a year after she taught here.

i thought maybe i’d put something down that i wrote to describe myself. so this is kinda a short post and it’s reminding me of creamed corn for some reason. did ya’ll know i absolutely hate corn. anywaaaaays..

‘confetti+lollipops’

raaaain. it’s so cozy inside when it’s raining+the trees are half bare+the leaves are sodden to the ground. the general dreariness+moods that come with rain. inside it’s warm with lights+books+good coffee. 

aaand that brings me to coffee. coffee is all things wonderful, all things glorious+coffee shops are the best. even if all you get for the day was Starbucks. and coffee+hot chocolate mixed is my new favorite. 

airports. the hustle of people to and fro. the smells. the sights. the sounds. how very original. but airports<3

people. their souls. the way they laugh. the way their eyes crinkle up at the corners when they laugh. the way a little boy describes his dream. the way they toss their hair. the way talk. the gestures. the expressive tones, not only in the voice but layered on the face. the accents. Canadian aboooot, American about. really, doesn’t everyone like hearing a Canadian speak? british accents. southern slang. the way they hold themselves. slumped. posture picture perfect straight. the way they everything. people are life+love+in the image of the Creator. 

journals are like good friends. they never say anything to anybody, they never criticize, they never speak, they only listen+are always there for you. even if the only thing you do is hold them. 

sunset is my favorite color. every evening is different but each deserves an ode. ode to the joy of living. 

old comfortable things that know you+stay with you+be there for you, namely, old hoodies+sweaters, blankets, shoes, and socks. 

also comfortable people. 

books are icecream+birthday cake to the soul. books have their own special smell and old books smell the best. dusty+dog eared. book stores also fit into this category. 

poetry is the breath of the world. even if the world isn’t aware of it. God must have been thinking in poetic lines when He created the world.

mozzarella sticks+warm marinara sauce help me cope with my anxiety and it's probably the only food my gag reflex accepts without inhibitions. 

oxygen is also the breath of the world in a literal sense. deep breaths of fresh country air, layered in cow musk+light mum perfume. deep breaths of city air, layered in scents of people eau de cologne+exhaust chanel+food of the gods. deep breaths of chlorine pools, stagnant farm pools, lake waters, ocean waves. deep breaths of life+happiness.

fooooooood. who is not a foodie?

hygge. must always have more+more hygge. candles+fairy lights+blankets+warm drinks+raspberry danishes. 

plants. plants. plants. may this be my mantra forever. 

laptops. and safari. and information. national geographics. news. IQ tests. algebra problems. information. information. information. never enough. always learn more. 

singing with my sisters is a high happiness point. we may not always harmonize but the togetherness is what counts. 

and there's so much more. i can’t begin to go beneath the surface of my life. it’s full of mazes+dead ends+twisty turnies. 

art is the honey of the soul. never ever give up art. 

aaaand YOLO. 

lp 2019

happy week:)