Saturday, August 30, 2014

Through the Glass

“Where my feet will take me I know not,
 But I know of the bliss in the journey,
Through the darkest night to the brightest dawn,
All I can do is put one foot in front of the other.”

I love taking road trips. This might surprise some people because I have a large family and we trek across the country in a slightly embarrassing fifteen passenger van with a trailer. Nevertheless, feeling the rumble of the road and watching the miles go by are some of my favorite things.

Usually I’ll put on some John Mayer…

I love John Mayer, like a lot! He has a super smooth voice (think butter) and is an excellent guitarist, plus he’s easy on the eyes. He is probably my favorite musical artist. His albums have become sequentially more country, which typically I don’t like (county that is), but his last album was surprisingly my favorite. On a side note, “Paradise Valley” (his last album) was titled about the place where he lives which happens to be only an hour from here!  Favorite songs currently:

     ·        Wildfire
     ·         Dear Marie

After I put on the John Mayer I'll either read or write poetry (Like the above poem) or just gaze out the window. Sometimes I really want to get things done, but can't because I'm too transfixed by the loveliness on the other side of the glass. I could take a million pictures but none could encompass the beauty I’ve seen through my window.

“Oh what are men compared to rocks and mountains”
                                             –Jane Austen

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Saturday, August 23, 2014

This Moment.

"There is an ache in my soul,
To go somewhere, 
To do something, 
To be someone, 
But as I gaze over,
This great expanse
Of sun and sky and mountains,
I realize this moment, 
Is exactly where I need to be"
   -D. J. R. 

I often feel like my life isn't enough. I watch movies and read books and then I long to go where the characters go and to feel what they feel. Kind of like a longing for places I've never been and things I've never felt.

I wrote this poem one day while I was traveling, we were only about an hour on the road, and I looked out the window and was filled with a sense of peace and belonging. I realized the beauty and value of remaining in each moment for only a moment and then moving on. 

Now, whenever I feel discontented, I read over this poem and remember that day; and I'm free. 

Sunday, August 3, 2014

Rainy Days

Sometimes I feel like I don't want to do anything – not like I want to relax. Rather, everything sounds boring and awful and it never did before. I feel hopeless – like everything is futile so why do anything at all? All I want to do is sit or sleep or listen to gloomy music, but most of all I want to escape from this feeling. In the past I've called it aimlessness, but I think it’s really a form of depression. It comes upon me for a few days and then it leaves almost as suddenly and I’m perfectly fine again. But it never fails to revisit me. It makes me feel  like I'm lost at sea. I wrote this poem about it:

"By chance" right before I posted this I came across a bible verse that reads:
“In his kindness God called you to share in his eternal glory by means of Christ Jesus. So after you have suffered a little while he will restore, support, and strengthen you, and he will place you on a firm foundation."
                                           1 Peter 5:10