I want to cry for beauty. You're all so so beautiful.
And that makes me want to fling myself into all that.
Losing and slipping.

I just realised that when I heal, love and engage, I ultimately give.
I give and i desire to give so much more, more me.

Just don't break me... I've never been so vulnerable before.

Baby take off your cool, I wanna know you.

It's a whole new world out there

Beauty so unavoidable...
...everywhere you look, it's there.

I never fail to be overwhelmed by the beauty and magnitude of the individual.

"Yet I tell you, not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these"
~Matthew 6:29

No. The greatest beauty that ever exists, is captured within the temporal body of each and every individual.

So much to learn,
So much to love,
So much to live,
So much to be.

I'm surprised I haven't burst yet.

There's a great pressure here. Pushing and pressing.
I just need to know what to do with it all. and for now, it's coming from within, out to the world.

I will find you. Somehow. Know you still. Fear. Read. Pain.

and then i'll ask myself. why? in deliberate, slow italics.

I don't know why I still seek all this, or why I still linger here.
Maybe it's a price, a scar, a memento mori.

A tool.

A tool for love.



~ Hurt. (Source)

There are so many chirstians in the world.

All broken and beautiful.

Honey, I love you...
...will you please please smile?

Fresh back from a Bruxy Davey talk on Making love. It was affirmative on my stand that Love is a choice, a verb.

�If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge if I have a faith that can move mountains but have not love, I am nothing�
~ 1 Corinthians 13:2

We spend our lives being permeated with notions of love; from the tender delicate love of a mother to the raging passion of an illicit love affair to the nationalistic pride in patriots have for their motherland. We can�t deny that life encompasses love or some aspects of it and 1 Corinthians here displays the extent of the role Love plays in a Christian life that without love, there can be no Christian. But the love that is spoken of in this passage isn�t quite the raging emotion that the world advocates; rather it is the conscious choice of the Christian to give his life to Christ and to choose to be patient, to be kind, to choose not to envy, to boast nor to be proud. One does not need to necessarily like a particular individual in order to Love him, �to like� would entail a personal human preference (She liked coffee and I liked tea, which is why we couldn�t agree.) whilst �Love� on the other hand means putting aside all that, and letting God reveal Himself to the world, through you.
~ UBC/U Vic Navigators Devotions, Jan 2004 Retreat.

Now we've tackled what love looks like, feels like, and how it works within human relationships.

But what IS love?

God is Love.
~1 John 4:16

Suddenly, it all makes perfect sense.
And with grace, power and vulnerablity, I can honestly say "I love you."

It's all so beautiful.

"I can go from zero to crazy in no time..."
~ Me

I love the little presents God sometimes drops on you. The best take the form of flesh and bone, spirit and conversation.

And having a direction, just makes it all so much more worth while.

Knowing where I'm going

Like a good book

On my way up north

I like cadid shots, they capture a lot of natural beauty.
Unaware, unwordable, transcient




and I was talking to you and I knew then it would be...

Natural.
Notice no one's talking in this conversation.





way up north I took my day all in all was a pretty nice day and I put the hood right back where you could taste heaven perfectly feel out the summer breeze didn't know when we'd be back...

I can pick back up, whenever I feel.

And besides, there's always heaven.

A sorta Fairytale ~ Tori Amos