Away with Love

I can’t reach you, but still, think of you. I don’t see you, instead, remember you. Without any contact, my dreams still involve you. I imagine us dancing, I know we’d be laughing, to only remember, you are not here. Can’t always have my way. Our last hug felt like goodbye. Will there be room,…

Cali crew, we missed you (travel)

January 28. Sunday. Los Angeles “Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will.” ‭‭Romans‬ ‭12:2‬ ‭NIV‬‬ Woke up early to the sunrise and that revealing moment of…

“Grandpa made me do it” (travel)

January 26th. Friday. Vegas The day started quite. I spend some time in the Word and read a few pages of the book Fearless (by Max Lucado) before my grandparents came and joined me. Grandma was off to the physical therapist, I and grandpa stayed behind to drink some coffee and explore a book of…

Preparation for three weeks “unplanned” (travel)

January 25th. Thursday. Kalispell, first stop: Vegas Today is the day. The day I wake up as a newly 21-year-old (my birthday was yesterday). The day I pack, prepare, and fly to Vegas as the first stop of my “West Coast Adventure!” As I get ready to leave for my 3-week (21 days) adventure, I have…

blind & falling over

How’s life treating you Felicia? Well, a little like my ski day went today… The visibility was terrible, at parts, I didn’t know the difference between up and down, yet somehow I knew where my very next turn was… (not the one after that though) and I spent a lot of time on the edge… where the…

a new spring

ice melts, flowers sprout. one season ends, potential it sends, grey turns to blue, brisk air now new. warmth invades from all around, new life from old ground.  

All is new, all is well

Originally posted on We Only Have What We Remember:
By Natalie Wise This year was a little rough around the edges Cold around the dawns A little tarnished, a little blemished, a little bruised There were shadows, true Grays and blacks and blues But there were also mes and yous Life is fragile and fleeting…