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"Wherefore does the burning in my heart perpetuate?
Not by love or sorrow, not by anger fear or hate.
Yet still the watery torrents persist in pounding at the gate.
I'm frozen with confusion, all there's left to do is wait"
As others see it: a young girl stumbles out of her dorm, runs to the cafeteria for a quick breakfast, and walks across the lobby to open the school bookstore.
As I see it: As the world slept a young woman left her house in the early hours of the morning. Her light brown bag hung over her shoulder and the ends thin scarf that covered her neck from the cold, flapped around without restrain.
She pushed her hair out of her eyes, slightly annoyed and pulled her jacket closer, snuggling under it's warmth as much as she could as she scurried down the quiet empty street. The sun had broken over the horizon only minutes before so though the air was filled with bright yellows, oranges, and purples, the sun had not yet scared away the morning chill that now followed young Belle, hand in hand, as they walked down the sidewalk together. Stopping a moment at the small cafe, Belle shook the cold away and stepped into the warm well-lit room. A few other early morning risers filled sat spread out through the small cafe. Some spoke in groggy hushed tones while others read their bibles, their backs turned so as to make it perfectly clear that they were busy. Belle found a few friends and chatted as she grabbed a warm cup of tea to permanently drive out any amount of chill that had somehow managed to hide away in her hair or clothes.
After a few minutes, Belle collected her things, grabbed a bagel, and flew out the door back into the brisk, fresh, and now completely glorious morning air.
A few minutes later and she was turning down the cobblestone road, headed for the bright green door that stood out from the sea of brown and black and grey that made up the walls
And doors of all the little shops. Belle stopped a moment to admire the small bookstore.
It was simple. A few books were displayed in the window, mounted on little pedestals that raised the books to various levels. If one stood at the window long enough they would be able to see all the way to the back of the store where an old, mahogany staircase wrapped around an old pillar that had been there longer than anyone could remember. Belle shook herself out of her reverie, and fumbled around in her bag, finally clasping her cold fingers around the even colder set of keys.
After several failed attempts to plunge the keys into their rightful place, she finally unlocked the door and entered the dark bookstore. She shivered as she was met with a rush of col air, one to rival the chill which had not yet subsided outside. She quickly slipped through the bookshelves to the tiny office where she set down her things, keeping her coat on until the cold decided to vacate the small store.
Belle flitted quickly across the store and began to tidy things up, straightening books, counting money, and restoring general tidiness to the place. She chose not to turn on the lights. She loved nothing more than to watch the room slowly fill with light, working all the while in the dimness that came before. She Knew her way around the store by heart. She sighed as her fingers slid over the bindings of the small shelf of antique books. She hesitated over one title, one of her favorites. But before she could get too distracted, an older lady burst through the door.
"Goodness girl, do you intend on living in Antarctica," the woman said as she lumbered through the store, flipping on the lights. She bundled through the store, weighed down by her own parcels.
Belle laughed, hung her coat on the stand near and set about work for the day.
The first thing she was aware of was the warm light that
filled their room in such a subtle and soft way that one would hardly notice it
was even there. She didn’t want to move from the cocoon of comfort and solitude
that she was now in. Everything was so quiet and beautiful and still. “Why
can’t every moment be just like this?” she thought, as she looked sleepily at
the ceiling. The little Christmas lights that adorned the dresser were playing
tricks with the ceiling. One moment it was miles away, the next it was about to
fall on top of her. She lay there in the silence for what seemed like both an
eternity, and yet not nearly enough time.
She shimmied down between the two beds, careful not to wake
her two roommates who were sound asleep, lost in their own realities. Not
caring how she looked she threw on a sweatshirt, grabbed her bible and glasses,
and headed to the small lounge that she spent each of her mornings in. The
lights were still out, so she could see the faint outline of the lake through
the window. With some reluctance she let her hand brush over the small switch,
and the room was instantly filled with an almost overwhelming brightness,
stripping her of any hope to see outside.
But as all things, this too passed, and as she read she
could see, just over the edge of her bible, blue. It was the most intense and
distinct blue she had ever seen. The trees were becoming more clearly outlined
against the background. Their thin branches reached for the heavens, as if they
too belonged some place much more magical than the world they currently resided
in. After a long reign of blues and purples and grays, a bright yellow quietly
burst through the sky, cutting the air with it’s rays. All it took was that
tiny ray of light, and suddenly the whole world was filled with its
overpowering presence.
The young girl, curled under as many pillows as she could,
felt chills crawling up her spine as she read how Christ, after being for three
days, rose again. She could almost hear Mary’s cry, “Rabboni!” as the sun broke
over the trees, and the wild symphony of noises outside – the wind, and birds,
and rushing water – reached a glorious crescendo. Then came the softness of the savior’s response, “Mary.” And
suddenly the world stood still as the young girl could almost hear the comfort
and love that poured from her redeemer’s voice. Overwhelming awe and love
washed over her as she sat there, mesmerized by all the promises that her small
but incredible book held.
Promises of strength for the times when she is weary
Promises of guidance when she has lost her way
Promises of company for when she feels so very very alone
And promises of love, when she is sure that no one could
ever give her that comfort.
“When peace like a river attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll
Whatever my lot, though has taught me to say
It is well, it is well with my soul.”
There once was a
young girl named lizzy
Who’s puppy was
all in a tizzy
His nose ran
away
His
stomach would stray
And
his fingers were constantly busy
Now
lizzy, she grew and she grew
And
her puppy grew with her two
But
no matter the changes
Or
trials or dangers
She
never knew just what to do
About
the dear pet who would freeze
Every
time someone round him would sneeze
He
was scared to get sick
And
he thought that the trick
Was
to hide behind poor lizzy’s knees
One
day when dear puppy had hidden
Behind
lizzy’s knees without reason
Lizzy
said “that’s enough”
Took
him by the scruff
And
dragged him to Old Dr. Ridden
“Dr.
Ridden!” said Lizzy, a-quaking
“I
am tired of dear puppy’s aching”
Get
ride of the pain,
The
fear and the shame,
And
remind puppy dear of his making!”
Dr.
Ridden said, “Surely my dear.
It
will cost you a bit though, I fear.
I’ll
use all my tests
And
I’ll try my best
But
be prepared for worst, are we clear.”
Lizzy
pulled out a hand full of change,
And
with that everything was arranged
For
the cure to be had
The
result, good or bad,
So
puppy could be *“home on the range”
*Meaning
back to his normal self
Dr.
Ridden, asked questions and prodded
All
the while dear puppy just nodded
Not
sure what to say
Thinking
this was mere play
And
believing all soon would sorted
It
started at first as a tear
Dr.
Ridden said, “Well how about here?”
He
poked in a spot
That
made puppy wail
And
freeze all up with the fear
“Oh
my, well I see how this works,
My
bringing this up causes jerks
In
your eyes and your heart
Well
now, there’s a start
I’ll
cure you of all these bezerks.”
All
this time, Lizzy sat quite wide-eyed
Her
puppy, though scared, never cried.
But
now here he was
Wailing
loud, just because
Lizzy
wanted to have him be tried
Now
here’s where the story gets icky
Dear
puppy was becoming quite sticky
With
all of the tears
Built
up through all the years
He
had hidden so well all his sicky…….ness
Lizzy
wanted to take it all back
But
the damage had made the attack
On
poor puppy’s brain
He’d
ne’er be the same
She’d
never get him back on track
She
burst through the door of the test room
And
snatched puppy dear from his dark gloom
And
carried him home
Trying
not to bemoan
Her
decision to bring him to doom
From
then on Lizzy kept Puppy close
So
that no one could try to fix him
Resolution
you ask?
What
happened to rhyme?
They
both don’t exist in real life
I’m afraid I have to switch my tone just a bit in order to cover everything I want. Rather than discuss a single event in excessive detail I am going to report on a series of operations that have taken place. Warning: They might get a bit dull.
Operation: Flight
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| It's pretty gorgeous... <3 |
Operation: Cooking
In the last 48 hours I have made an amazing batch of brownies, Pumpkin Pull-Apart Monkey Bread, and the best grilled cheese sandwich thing I have ever had. I took a piece of French bread, placed a thing apple slice (circular not triangly) beneath slices avocado, which lay beneath pieces of freshly cooked bacon. Then I lay slices of amazing mozzarella on top and cooked it in our toaster oven (we don’t believe in microwaves ;) :)). Soooo good. There’s still lots to make, so this operation is a work in progress. Pretty self-explanatory. So far I visited my high school and saw the musical they did (which was pretty fabulous). Almost cried after seeing Barnett start tearing up (I didn’t say your real name so you wouldn’t be embarrassed ;) <3). I sure have missed you kid. :) Saw all the church people, and spent a wonderful Sunday afternoon traipsing about the town with Brenna, and then spending some wonderful time with Dev. <3 :)
Operation: SURPRISE
Allllmost gave Dad a heart attack. =D (No one except people at school and my mom knew I was coming home. Best surprise ever). Also made him cry. Dad never cries, so it was pretty epic. :)
I promise, the next post will be back to its delightfully excessive self. :)
P.S. Yes I have deactivated my facebook. Why not just sign out? Good question. So glad you asked. The main thing I'm tired of is seeing that there are 500 pictures of me on facebook...... there's no reason for that. When I eventually go back, I am going to delete all the pictures and videos (after saving them on CD's), and use my facebook to shamelessly promote my music. :) That and keep in touch with all my friends overseas and across the country. :) ALSO if someone really wants to get ahold of me, they will.
AND I have also been playing christmas music shamelessly since October. :D So for all you people (you know who you are) who have told me that I'm crazy, I'm sorry but I like me some christmas music. :) I'm looking forward to trying eggnog for the first time. :)