rain

Rain. it is such a refreshing and cleansing thing. I was just walking out in the rain, it is dark a real dark that comes from the sun not showing herself all day and having been set for some time, the rain had been falling swiftly and musically down to the already wet ground. Seeing that it was going to rain I wore flip flops. And yes the rain was beautifully cool.

Dream Job

Now I have come to that time in life when the world looks at me in the eyes ands says those famous words "What would you like to do?" They mean to be nice but when you have no answers you begin to dread the moment, for it does not happen just once but over and over day after day till every one who has ever met (and is over the age of 24) has said those words. So I begin to think of what I would like to do, and think, and think. One of my friends said I should say I want to be a pirate, or something like that, until I find what I want to do. But anyhow I have been thinking it over a lot as of late. I never really thought I would have to deicide the answer would be right there for me and all the world to see. Well now I thought I would share with you some things I have come up with. (These are in the order they come to mind not of most appealing)

1. A Nun, yes a nun but there is a big problem with that I'm not Catholic
2. A Nanny in Switzerland, I like working with kids and Switzerland would be pretty.
3. A Spy, There are quiet a few things wrong here one is I couldn't lie
4. A Gypsy, traveling the land in a big painted wagon with ribbons in my hair.
5. A Traveling Story Teller, I would get paid to go from here to there telling stories
6. Children’s Theater, sounds like fun, but I've never really acted before

So that’s my list for now at lest, well if you think of any thing let me know. How can someone sum up what they want to do in their life with a job?

the Pear that Could have been

Ahh! I don’t know if I will ever try to to do another still life again! I’ll tell you what happened. We were given a big bag of beautiful pears. My dad and I were looking at them ( he was trying to choose which one to eat) seeing one he said “Wow! Midsummer ( he didn't really say Midsummer he calls me the name I was given when I was born unlike all those other people who run around calling me Midsummer because they can’t remember what my given name is) you should draw this one, it is perfect” Indeed it was it was a beautiful golden brown and had a inch long stem that had a dark brown leaf on it. Well I was setting up my room to draw this pear that was far beyond any other I put white paper under and behind it so I could see it better, but I was not satisfied with how some of the paper was laying so I picked up the pear to move the paper and that is when it happened I dropped the pear, I thought in my mind “ oh no the pear is falling, it will hit the ground and be damaged in some way, must save the pear!” So I did what cam to mind I caught the pear. You may say I don’t see what the problem is the pear was saved. It would have been saved except I caught it by the leaf!!! And the Leaf tore! So now no longer is there the perfect leaf on the perfect pear.

How to make one's thoughts clear

Just to let the keys flow. Do you know ( or maybe you are ) one of those people who have all their thoughts thought out before they say something. Honestly I wish I was one of them but often I'm not sure of what I think or feel before I start putting it into words, and sometimes I feel like the thoughts are inexpressible that words are just not sufficient. Maybe this is when people turn to the arts to show, or say what they feel.

Tuesday's Child

I highly recommend every one (except spam bloggers and cloggers) to visit Tuesday’s Child’s blog, Take Joy. Though she posts only now and then. What she has posted is beautifully written and thoughtful to the core. A true reflection of the author. I must warn you it is not a place for pessimists, you might be turned in to a dreamer who sees the beauty in this world and the next.

Ah, Camp!

Do to popular demand I am going to tell you some of what my summer was like. So here I am trying to sum up the three busiest months of my existence.
Summer camp. What comes to your mind when you hear these words? Maybe happy memories of cooking marshmallows with friends. Or it might make you think of swimming on a hot day. And for some it might brining back pleasant or not quiet so pleasant memories of yet another game of dodge ball.
For me it symbols some of the hardest most tiring of times but it also holds time of laughter, joy, being abel to share the love of Christ and being abel to see God work out His plan from day to day.
I had worked for a week long church camp two years in a row before this summer. So I didn’t feel totally inexperienced. Although when I was accepted this spring I knew there was no way I could go though the summer still standing with out Gods help. At camp we had an incredible C.I.T. Bible study. It amazed me how we would discuss or learn something and then latter a situation would come my way were I could apply what I had been taught. Something else that amazed me through the summer was prayer. How when I prayed God always meet me. There were days when I could hardly stay awake and I would pray for strength and energy and it would come. But as soon as I climbed in to bed there was no getting me to wake up.
I don’t want you to think there was no fun at camp. Because it was a blast. From playing great games that shall live on forever. To figuring the fastest why down the slide. Playing tackle basketball in the pool with my campers. To going down the zip-line for the first time. Oh one thing that would be hard to ever forget would be the time me and my girls sunk a canoe in under 3 minuets. See I don’t know a thing about canoes. Well about 5 of us pilled in the canoe and well lets just say I’m thankful for life jackets. The canoe was full to the brim. One girl was standing in it trying not to get wet ha! And the rest were swimming back to shore. Now you have to understand the body of water we use is like a big rain puddle. Though it is a feed by a stream and has a stream going out of it, the water doesn't go anywhere fast. So I am holding on to the edge of the canoe trying to find my lost flip flop. While my trusty Counselor comes to save me while singing the theme song from Titanic. We all got to shore safe with the water filed canoe, got the water out of it, and got to evening Bible study basically on time.
Needless to say camp was full of many unforgettable moments.

This is for all your This Doesn't Have To Do With Anything comments.

Use it well.

Would You Think Differently?

I am reading Captivating written by the Eldredges. It talks about the idea that every little girl wants to be a princess (I don't know for sure I haven't met all the little girls in the world) it reminds me of a talk I had with my dear friend. She said if Christian girls realized the were princess in God's eyes we would act differently. Would we?

Beauty the Beast and a little girl.

My friend was in a stage production of the Beauty and the Beast. I got to see her. She did a great job. I enjoyed it very much, it being my favorite of the Disney fairy tales. Some of my favorite things about the movie are how at the beginning when Belle was at the book store she was standing on a sliding ladder. How Belle has a cloak that goes all the way down her back to the floor. And how at the end of the move Beast picks Belle up and spins her around while their dancing.
As I was thinking this over I realized how these things are reflected in my life. For instances: When I was little I would tie my blankie around me and make a cloak. How to this day I hear the word dancing and I get a far off look in my eyes and how on the few occasions when my brothers succeed in dragging me to a book store I tend to gravitate to the ladders along the tall book shelf.
[sigh from deep within ]

Art?

The other day I was reading Nathaniel Hawthorne's Young Goodman Brown, and Edgar Allan Poe's The Fall of the House of Usher. Last night at the dinner table I mentioned what I had been reading, and said I did not know why people considered such depressing stories classics. My brother was quick to point out that this was a good example of art vs. Entertainment. That if we read just to be entertainment then by all means we should just read books that made us happy. But if we read to for the art of the book such as how it was written, subject mater, and point of view (to name a few things to look for) we need to not shun books that we don't enjoy. I understand what he was saying but still I can't help from wondering why couldn't the authors have written on a little lighter subject. Or could have given my minds eye a break by every once in a while focusing on a flower or the person remembering a song their mother use to sing to them.
I ask you my fellow bloggers am I wrong in my thoughts? Have you ever wished the same? Do think it is more effective the way the stories are written? Please let your computer keys be heard.

Just so you know

I am still alive (though some my think not), and busy doing, you guessed it, school I will be so glad when I am done for the summer. Not that I don't love learning but now that it is warm outside I find it harder to concentrate on my math. Specking of summer it makes me think of what I am going to do with the summer (not like it's under my control but I can always dream) my mind is turning over a few things. One of them is working at a camp all summer. I would like to hear what you all fellow bloggers would like to do this summer. So please tell.

What is in a face?

Yesterday I saw my friends, they were laughing I asked them what was so funny.
They said they figured out who the Phantom Of the Opera should have been. I asked who and they said ...Bob Dylan. They said he would have been a scary phantom and they said Penny would have screamed when he took off his mask.
I ask you what is in a face? Don't get me wrong I'll be the first one to say I don't think Bob Dylan is the most handsome man alive. And I don't apprectate his singing but have you ever stopped to read the words he has written to his songs? You can see him you can see his heart. Where on the other hand someone like Josh Groban is one of my favorite people to hear sing, but in his songs you see so little of him of his heart what his passion is what he dislikes about this world.
It makes me think back to the end of this last year I was watching Cyrano de Bersiac with some of my friends in the movie Cyrano is head over heels for a very pretty young lady. Cyrano is very good with words and is very learned. But Cyrano won't tell her how he feels because Cyrano happens to have a rather large nose. So the young lady falls in love, on sight alone, with a very handsome young man and wants to talk to him but the young man is a little dense. But Cyrano the master of words saves the young mans day by writing love letters for him. After time the young lady realizes she loves the heart of the words not the nice looking face. All that to say why do we put so much on how one looks should we not look for who they are? What their heart is.

It is a lesson the young lady in the movie leared and one I hope we all learn.

Here I am

So here I am in Blog world. As my first post I thought
I would share part of a poem I recently found.

I would be giving, and forget the gift.
I would be humble, for I know my weakness;
I would look up - and love - and lift.
My Creed by Howard Arnold Walter