i felt like blogging this afternoon. Sometimes i just want to write something, but its never turns out the way i want. I was reading (aloud) the beginning of a beautiful book i love the other night. I can't believe how beautiful and real and sad and happy and painful and emotional one book can make you feel. they're just some words! i've never thought about writing like this before, i just want to be able to write things like that. but i can't.
its ok i have other talents.
i just feel a lot right now, today. Tired? sick? lovey? sad? really really happy? I don't even know all that is going on inside of me. School is so fantastic. I get excited all the time about it. Seattle is wonderful. I love love love it. I am not super homesick, i miss my family, but i'm not dying. Making friends is great. I am only sad about being single like once a week-ish. Church is pretty good. I am speaking tomorrow. Talks and lessons always are a shock to my spiritual system.
My heart is aching as i read and study. Maybe its just the lovely words. Am i sad? i cant tell. There is an empty shelf. What fits on that shelf i found today under the bed, or between couch cushions. I fished it out; its only a little dusty. I remember it now. Its worn, used and loved. There are spots and scratches i recognize and as i place it back on the shelf i remember how those spots and scratches got there. They're good stories, sad stories, amazing stories. It all comes rushing back and i feel ashamed i didn't realize it was missing for so long. Was it that long? When was it last there? Does it matter? Its back now, i'll dust it off and look at it often.
definitly waxing blog-etic. sorry. its out now. phew. i'll post something silly next time.
1 comment:
i loved that.
and i love that book.
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