driving

I was at the four-way stop by the glass shop, in between flying m and NNU and I saw the most interesting site.

A man in jeans and a flannel dragging a large cross over his shoulder.
I wanted to stop driving and watch and try to experience every possible contemporary vs. historical connection possible. But I continued to drive. Maybe he was trying to semi-experience the weight of the cross his Savior willingly carried.
I assume he was simply transporting the cross somewhere from one of the seven churches in the mile radius. But for me, I chose to let myself read deeper, I chose to begin my meditation on this upcoming season of Lent. Not only did Christ have to carry an awkward heavy cross while being beaten and ridiculed- he was the one nailed to it and killed. And willingly? And for me?
I pray to forget my laziness, my Grey's Anatomy, my list making, my worrying, my coffee, to attempt to experience each part of Lent, to come a little closer to understanding the sacrifice made for us.

As if that site wasn't enough to stop for, thirty seconds later I passed a large Budweiser semi pulling out of NNU. Ah irony.
(is that an appropriate use of the word irony, Chris?)

It's snowing while I feel like I'm living in spring

This weekend I had the privilege of attending the Wesley conference. I was definitely a lay-woman in a room full of theologians, philosophers, psychologists and pastors but what a treat to be around such dialogue again. This year's theme was Christian Love: Theory and Practice and discussed the possibilities of altruism and God's intent for the necessary action. I appreciate that it was not all theory but also focused on the rich yet difficult experiential practice.
You can listen to part of the conference here
My journal is chalk full after the nice three days, also I was able to enjoy the company of five good friends who flew in for the conference. Oh happy days

my 1.75 year old friend points and says "there's Bobama. Bobama's nose"

In a youtube address president-elect Obama recognized the country's concern, worry and tired minds. 

One of the statements he made was, (memory quote/unofficial) "Parents are worried that their children will not receive the same kind of opportunity they did" 

While I will trust and hope and contribute what I can and while I'm not giving up yet, this was scary to hear. Growing up I remember hearing many stories of children fulfilling dreams their parents couldn't have considered, from education to professional equal opportunities. 

This was just the first time I had heard it backwards. I hope we will do all that we can to turn it around before we say to our kids "When I was your age, it was expected to go to college".

I much prefer hearing my grandparents' and now parents' stories or their treacherous marching through a mile of snow to the bus stop, oh wait there were no buses, it was horse and buggy, or no transportation at all, and did I say one mile? I meant eight.

Thank you Martin Luther King Jr. for progression of necessary things. May we try to follow.

please come visit the new living room arrangement! and if you would like, read a completely different focused post below

a friend told me he realized one of the major differences between us.
He said I hold on and he doesn't and that maybe I hold on too much.

We got started on this topic by discussing long distance communication
and its benefits and joys
( my opinion )
and its unnecessary frusteration
( his opinion )

I have enjoyed thinking about this the past week. I have landed where I started. Whether I hold on too much or just enough or too little, I will continue with my habit. I count it a blessing to meet and then choose to share life with loving people I have had the chance to come in contact with.
thank you for letting me hold on. I am blessed.

should old acquaintance be forgot

my friend is kind of slow with pictures from kansas so those will come later... but for now a list.
a loose list, but full of thought and hope.

a movie with my brother every two weeks

five letters written and sent each week. not just thought and agreed upon but licked, stamped and dropped.

work out. I know, long shot. but I am not treating my body how it should be treated. and after looking at the J. Crew catalog with Kaysha tonight (as unimportant as it may sound) I want to be able to tuck a shirt into trousers how I used to.

cook 2-3 meals a week.

keep up with my planner that I already inserted birthdays into.

put some medium of art from one of my many scattered inspirations onto paper each week.

apply and follow up contact at least five design jobs before march.

help my grandma create a cookbook

become more comfortable with the habit of prayer. because I am so blessed when I let myself. and even if I don't feel like it, God asked me to talk with him.

here's the thing, I want to be a disciplined person, I think about it all the time. I could keep listing all the things that if accomplished would qualify me as such, but I am going to take one thing at a time. And the purpose can't be "to be disciplined" but because I believe in the act I am participating in. So I'll read a book because I want to become informed about that subject. Or I'll write Bethany because I want to remind her I love her.

I'm going to add the action to the always present thought.

A cup of new years' kindness to you. what do you hope for now?

i hadn't seen the other half of my heart for a while

I just had the best Christmas in Kansas. Really really. I have life to arrange back in Nampa today, but once I get pictures and time I will tell you all about it.
About ribs, baking for 7 hours, theatre, lights, shopping, food again, catching up, games, letting guards down and love.
I am blessed.

happy thanksgiving

I am in Portland relaxing. Relaxing? Yes. I am thankful this is a part of the requirement on this day.

I have tried to make it a practice to live, without planning or hoping for the next month, but living in the current. And it has been a blessed, simply fun time. There of course are still responsiblities to prepare for and take care of but a whole lot of enjoying is possible too.

I am weighing options of later in the back of my head...here or there, do I commit to re-entering the ever-changing design world or take a break to simply create work or prepare for more school? I don't know. Probably all, but the order of events is unknown.

What I do know is that my fun, support, encouragement and people to enjoy the present with are God sent. Really, I don't know anyone more blessed. I am thankful, thankful, thankful.

Yesterday I was able to catch up with some wonderful friends from Boise who moved to Washington. I visited their new place with beautiful modern lighting seen before even entering the home, played some legos, star wars and dancing with Nels and Willem, had a great time catching up with Gypsy over tea, listened to some smashing new tunes provided by Shaun, sure to take me into the new year well, and enjoyed some goat cheese and olive pizza and ginger coconut ice cream. What a nice day.

But that wasn't even the whole day! I then made my way to the Rose Garden to catch a Trailblazers game with my family. While I claim football as my game and basketball is my brothers, it was neat to watch a good game in the large venue. Thanks Uncle Steve!

I will now enjoy a rare Pearson Thanksgiving upstairs. My childhood Thanksgiving of 60+ Collins/Hull family members in a church with similar stories and the same great tastes each year, is now traded for a summer gathering but what a great introduction to Thanksgiving I was given. I am thankful for those days and now, these. Ah yes.