Self Moving Portrait

This is me every morning.

Except I don't sleep with a gun under my pillow.

Senses

When I hear this,

I see this.

Baby steps back into posting.

It's that time of the year again where a breath of fresh posting is breathed into my blog. Sophie has suggested many times that I have a funeral for my blog and put the poor useless thing to rest. So here's to rebirth I guess.

I have had a few things on my mind lately. I find myself on the brink of a world ahead. I seem to be still on the intake of breath beforeI continue the next phrase of my life.

I feel like there are little spaces in-betweenthe colorful and eloquent experiences of our lives, and maybe like the spaces between words, those blank spots add individuality, and focus to the words ahead. Needless to say that in many ways right now I feel like I am in a blank space, savoring the many words that came before and providing preparation for those to come. So in this space-like time I have a few things to say.

I adore this lady. What a blessing she is to this world, and I miss her tremendously. As you all know she is traveling and studying in a far distant land, but I couldn't be happier. Aileen has a very pure and decreeing mind that will teach truth to the world all her days. I just thought that she needed some space in this post. :)

Lately I find myself pondering the future and being excited for all that is ahead. But every time I wonder into these thoughts I am bothered by myself. The more I learn, the more I see how life is a time to teach us that we are objects that bring heaven a little closer, and I want to be only that in all I do. But sometimes I slip into the name making and recognition that make me self oriented.

With that tumbling about in my head a few other thoughts joined the mix.

You can't help but be drawn here.

The other day in the Provo temple, I had a moment of realization. Firstly, Wednesday at 12:00pm is the time to go. The workers are delightfully humors! I was sitting in a room with some of the elderly gentleman, and chuckling softly to myself as they wentabout being their hist selves. Another sister in the room was by way of her conversation clearly a regular visitor on that day and hour. She took a minute to tell the her white haired friends about her mission call that was waiting for her when she returned home. They were all totally thrilled to hear the news and enjoyed the conversation.

I stood up for my turn, and they asked me, "What about you? When are you going on a mission?" I smiled, and then sort of blurted out, "I may have theopportunity next summer to go to Nauvoo as a missionary." I didn't know I was thinking that seriously about the idea of being a summer service missionary, but the idea grows on me more and more. Despite what happens, I was grateful for the comfort those words gave me that day in the temple.

Here's to summer and the new ideas and feelings it brings!

ALF

Sometimes you've just got to let your hair down and slap on a steak.





Zut alors! A prime moment! Let's all just reminisce and rekindle our love for this dear, 8-stomached, orange-haired alien.

The future, or Secret Garden same thing.

I need a place where I can go,
Where I can whisper what I know,
Where I can whisper who I like
And where I go to see them.
I need a place where I can hide,
Where no one sees my life inside,
Where I can make my plans, and write them down
So I can read them.

A place where I can bid my heart be still
And it will mind me.
A place where I can go when I am lost,
And there I'll find me.

I need a place to spend the day,
Where no one says to go or stay,
Where I can take my pen and draw
The girl I mean to be.

For Kristen

As you embark on your journey.