Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Late {15-23}

Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind.  ~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I know that today is Tuesday, and that I missed my weekly time of contemplation that come amid the sunrise each Monday morning.

Yesterday, however, was one of those days that left me simply no time for blogging...save for a short yet sweet explanation of my absenteeism, which can be found here.

And trust me, as much as I love each and every one of you, it was truly worth it in the long run.

Yesterday was one of those days that was so full of complicated blessings and wracked with unending moments of business that it almost has all run together in a watercolour blur...

...and yet, the blessings stand out as clear as though they were illuminated in an outline of the purest of light.

  • 15. The restoration of the once-under-appreciated gift of electricity after almost an entire day of darkness, due to yet another vicious storm that swept over us.
  • 17. The squeal of delight from an aspiring actor or actress as I tell them the part they received...these phone calls are one of the best parts of being a director. 
  • 18. The simple blessings of a sunrise, warm and sweet after so many days of oppressive storm clouds stealing the sunlight. 
  • 19. Awakening to read the beautiful words of Psalm 113, my heart flooding with tear-filled wonder and awe..."Who is like our God?"
  • 20. Discovering that my little sister is coming home from Germany almost a month earlier than originally planned...reading a Facebook wallpost filled with sisterly inside jokes and upcoming photoshoot plans...it's been too long since I've seen my best friend.
  • 21. Owl City and icy-cold Dr. Pepper...the melodies and the dripping moisture down the side of the can blending into a strange symphony of sensation and beauty.
  • 22. The discovery of this song by Breanne Duren...Adam Young's female counterpart with a voice like oranges and sandlewood. This is my new musical love. 
  • 23. Allowing my love of dandelions to pour out into this guest post over at A New Rebel...innocent beauty found in the weed patch. 
More simple joys. More little things combined to make beautiful pleasures of life.

Forgive my lateness...

...and embrace my delight. 

When ideas float in our mind without any reflection or regard of the understanding, it is that which the French call revery, our language has scarce a name for it.  ~John Locke

6 comments:

  1. Posts like these make me feel so happy. You are such a living person. I know that sounded odd, but think about it. So many people wander through this world, doing things, but not really living. You are ALIVE. I can hear and taste, touch and smell your writing. You bring simple joys to life like never before. You rejoice in the everyday-ness of living!

    Thank you.

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  2. You know, it's amazing to me that you--who compose words in an utterly beautiful manner--can claim to be captivated by my writing. You are simply oozing with talent (weird mental image I know, but I like the word oozing today for some reason). I'm totally hooked! I feel my own heart resonate with yours, because I too am transfixed by simple joys. :) Thank you for sharing some of yours! I can't wait to read more from you. <3

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  3. You know, you would make an awesome poet. Do you write poetry? You find beauty in everything normal. I love it!

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  4. @Hannah: What a gorgeous compliment. You bless me.

    @Rachel: Wow...I have no words to respond to such a compliment. Your writing is to what I aspire, and to hear that you enjoy my words...that makes my heart smile.

    @Ashley: Yes, I do write poetry. There is some in the blog, but mostly for my own private viewing.

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  5. what a perfectly beautiful list.

    congratulations on crossing off #43 on your bucket list! i hope it's everything amazing that you imagine it will be.

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I look at you and see all the ways a soul can bruise, and I wish I could sink my hands into your flesh and light lanterns along your spine so you know there's nothing but light when I see you. :: Shinji Moon