Currently struggling to figure out where to go with my blog.
What’s your favorite idea?
Mine’s being creative.
How do you get that idea?
So this is the first Easter that I actually know enough about the Bible to really understand how great it is and stuff.
Easter is great and stuff.
We all sat in this big circle
a room full of those hopeful and each voice
was smoother than honey and unique
in every way a voice can be unique
and I’m glad I’m not the people who have to pick the
new members for the group
The soprano of the group helped me to warm up and that
was lovely and helpful and when I sang with her
I had never enjoyed singing with anyone that much before
It sounded like breeze blowing across a river
How is it that you can take me for a walk in the park and, by the time we meet the mouth of the trail, make me fall deeper in love with you than I was when we started? It’s lovely to be away from the roads and the cars and the stores. The only sounds not made by nature were the clicks of your camera and our bags swaying against our hips. The lake trickled by like the faucet on a four-footed bathtub in an old house on a hill once did. Our feet sunk into the mud, but remained unstained. I reached for your hand at least one hundred times and you caught it each time. I glanced at you and found myself without words when our eyes would meet.
Later we looked at projections of stars. Despite the manufacturedness, they almost put the sky outside your room to shame. For the only sky I cared about at the time was the battery powered Discovery Channel light display on your wall. We took turns wearing the 3D glasses and not. You were tired, but I was glad that I got to spend those late evening hours with you.
You are so wonderful, and I would choose to marvel at you over the deepest reaches of space.
I love you,