Pretty Kitty Princess

Hunter playing in Becca’s halloween tutu costume.

Fall beauty

 

Written on my heart

You gotta spend some time, Love.
You gotta spend some time with me.
And I know that you'll find, love
I will possess your heart.
You gotta spend some time, Love.
You gotta spend some time with me.
And I know that you'll find, love
I will possess your heart.

I heard this song on the radio today and it made me think about reading the bible. I’m pretty sure that Death Cab for Cutie didn’t have that intention when they recorded this song. (Is that judgmental? Maybe that’s exactly what they intended) I’ve been thinking about change and growth lately and specifically how my relationship with God has changed.

One of the main reasons I’ve changed is that I’ve been spending a lot more time with God and His word. Between reading on my own, Sunday school, bible study and sermons, my time learning has increased exponentially. Which has led to more and more changes within me. I’m not perfect, nowhere near it. I’m not even a good person most of the time. But I’m different than who I was. I respond to things differently. I feel different emotions than before. God is changing who I am and it’s pretty cool to see.

Snow!

(also, I need to put away my lawn furniture)

Breakfast of champions

Caffeine and chocolate!

Guilty pleasures

I was going to make a list of some of my guilty TV pleasures, but then I realized I have very little shame about the things that I like to watch. I actually take great pride in the fact that I’ve watched cheesy sci-fi shows and random comedies. That horrible Lorenzo Lamas series? Watched it. Jon and Kate Plus 8? Watched it. Not only do I watch these things…I then seek out other people on the internet and form friendships around our mutual appreciation of these shows. Friendship is magic! (which I’ve also watched!)

Despite my shameless TV watching, I do have guilty pleasures. My main one is my love of movie novelizations. I can’t get enough of them! Maybe it’s my author background that longs to know the motivation behind what’s on the screen. Maybe it’s my curiosity that always wants to know as much as I can about everything. I don’t know the exact reasoning, but I really love reading movie novelizations. In my bag right now I’m carrying around the Pacific Rim novelization and I’m enjoying it so much!

Early mornings and making new friends

How beautiful is that scene? The rising sun, the green trees, the mist…actually, that’s not mist. That’s the exhaust from a wall of dryers at my local laundromat. It’s still really pretty!

I love going to the laundromat. There’s a sense of vulnerability inherent in the act of having your clothes spinning in full view of others. People are either very guarded or completely open and either way, you can learn so much about them. It’s a prime space for people watching, and an even better avenue for making new friends!

My first load isn’t even out of the washing machine and I’ve already talked about bug phobias with Lupe, discussed Harry’s cowboy hat and horses and learned that Jon’s new baby doesn’t like the smell of the dryer. Yay for new experiences!

I used to think that the solution to road rage or inconsiderate drivers would be to force everyone to have one of those "How is my Driving?" stickers. You see them on trucks and other company vehicles and they have a phone number where you can call and complain or compliment the driver of the vehicle. I was sure that if everyone had that on the back of their car they would surely drive differently. They would drive with the idea that they would be held accountable for their actions. I thought that people would be less likely to be rude if the other drivers on the road were able to hold them accountable for their behavior.

These days, I'm not so sure that this concept would work and it's all because of Facebook. The old internet adage "don't read the comments" exists for a reason. People, when given anonymity and a voice, will say things they'd never say face to face. You just knew never to scroll down and read the comments or you'd be inundated with racist, sexist, hateful and just plain dumb comments, all spewed by faceless accounts.

Then Facebook happened and sites started to partner with it so that your Facebook login started to be your login on other sites as well. You'd think that the instant accountability of having your name attached to your comment would cause people to rethink what they were going to say...but it didn't. Now instead of just having all these horrible comments, you had all of these horrible comments attached to people's names and photos. Comments about how a woman walking in the wrong part of town deserved to be raped, made by a man who's profile picture is of him and his granddaughters. Comments about how welfare recipients should be killed for the greater good by a woman who's Facebook profile says she teaches at an elementary school. Comments that are hateful and cruel made by people who don't care that their face and name are attached.

It makes me wonder if the 'how's my driving' stickers would work anymore. Would people behave better if there was accountability? Or, in this Facebook world, does accountability not change anything?

Wow, this is my new favorite thing. Can you believe that people just create sounds like this? Music that makes you feel excited and scared all at the same time? I swear it's like magic!

Early morning restlessness

Most of the time I'm completely happy living in my sleepy little township. I like seeing the same people at the grocery store. Waving to the same dog walkers and joggers on the tree lined streets. I know the names of my librarians and the woman who delivers my mail. (but not the workers behind the desk at the post office because those folks are rude, yo) It's where I grew up and I generally enjoy the peace and quiet.

Except for this moment. This early morning moment when I'm wide awake before the sun is up. In my heart, this moment is full of expectation and I want the world around me to reflect that feeling. There are signs of the impending day evident outside my window, the call of birds, the faint glow of the sunrise on the horizon. I want more than those small signs, I want drama and loudness and an ever growing increase of activity until it all just crests into a shining new day.

It's this time of the day when I want to live in a big city. To watch the new day dawn with the sounds of buses and subway trains rumbling through the streets. To smell the air ripe with the offerings of bakeries and coffee shops. I want to see the harsh neon lights give way to the cool gray of dawn all glinting off high-rise windows. I want to experience all those moments when night tips off the precipice into a new morning.

But, of course, I don't really want to spend that morning in the big city. Or even the night before, if I'm honest with myself. My heart truly does find contentment in the safety and silence of my semi-rural home. Just every once in a while, I find myself in this rare early morning moment when I want something more.

Library and short attention spans

When I spend a long time in a library (or bookstore) I tend to amass a large pile of random books. I just can’t help myself, I have to gather up all these stacks of books that bear little to no connection to each other.

The only connection these books have is that I want to know more about them. Today’s stack includes quantum physics, religion, biographies, mathematics, poetry and what I thought was history but might be crime fiction. I mostly likely won’t take all these books home…maybe not even any of them. Instead I’ll spend an hour flipping through three or four of them at a time, scanning and skipping through the pages. Soaking up bits of knowledge in some sort of ADD-fueled haze where I gorge myself on as much information as quickly as possible. My brain doesn’t care if it’s reading about Dirac’s theoretical work on magnetic monopoles or the twice-translated poetry of the Quechan tribesmen, it just wants to take it all in.

Even I don’t understand the way my brain works at times. I don’t get why there are times like today when I can flit from subject to subject and still retain so much information but other days I can focus on just one topic and fail to remember anything. There are days like today when I have music playing in my ears, four different books opened in my lap and three tabs of reddit open on my computer and yet I feel at peace. To switch from that multitasking craziness to days when I can barely focus on a book when there are crickets outside is such a mystery to me.

For now, I’ll enjoy it. I’ll read about poetry from ancient Egypt and modern day forensic accountants. I’ll dive through the equations of chemistry and read about the plight of the buffalo. My afternoon will be filled with a dozen different authors speaking to me about their passions and even if I don’t understand everything about my brain, I’ll enjoy the experience.

Current Music: Sea Wolf – Dear Fellow Traveler

Further indication of my age

The stickers I got for my birthday are now decorating my notebook for the class my Pastor is teaching. Which, in case you were wondering, is NOT called ‘Churchy Churchiness Class”.

Communion

Recently when we had the Lord's Supper at our church, I was praying and got completely confused. (side note: this happens ALL the time when I pray. I'm thankful God doesn't have a problem keeping up with my wild trains of thought) It struck me as weird that we eat the bread (body of Christ) before we drink the wine/juice (blood of Christ).

Doesn't it seem to be more logical to do it the other way around? To first 'be washed' by the blood of Christ before then being filled by him? To be cleansed of our sins before partaking of something new? When I asked a friend about the practice she informed me that we do it that way because that's how Jesus did it. Which, you know, good answer. But also, very unsatisfying for me. I know that I don't believe that this is actually Christ's blood or body, that I believe that we do this because Christ told us to, as a memorial, a way to honor and remember rather than a physical partaking of Christ's sacrifice...but I still can't get past the fact that it seems backwards. 

Making Friends

Today was the first time that I ran into someone from church out and about. It was quick and easy and...and it just made me feel happy. I'm happy that I found my church home. I'm happy with my church family. I'm really happy and so very grateful for where God has led me right now.