I forgot how much I love this album... (tears)

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Oraanu / Cartographer by ES Posthumus ( Read more... )

The kind of writing I enjoy is that which takes feelings and conveys them in words. It's a way of bringing the deep facets of my inner experience to light. Once manifested outwardly, I can observe my experience and compare it with that of others. This process helps me to understand myself and others better. It's a form of journaling but it doesn' ( Read more... )

Writing as Praise
I write because
What do I hope to find?
Alien in Babylonia
Expression

It's like sensing an approaching wind. You feel it, ready your wings, and catch the current. And so you sail, watching the world pass below like a wandering stream. It's from this vantage that my soul observes, experiences, and seeks to put to expression ( Read more... )

In 6th grade, our teacher gave us a fun exercise. We had to describe abstract things in a sensory way. For example, what does the color white taste like? What does nothing feel like? What does happiness smell like? I was reminded of this when I was thinking about observation yesterday, so I did a little digging in the basement and found them :) I ( Read more... )

This evening, something prompted me to read some old story bits that I had written about eight years ago. It triggered something inside ( Read more... )

This morning as I finished my prayers, a thought suddenly jumped into my mind from out of nowhere. (Was the Holy Spirit at work?) The thought was, "Lord, use my writing for praise." I paused a moment, and repeated the request in my heart. Lord, help me to use my writing as a form of praise and worship ( Read more... )

Munching on the last of lunch and pouring over the first lines of Job ( Read more... )

When I was young, I often felt that I was born in the wrong time period. I loved the cultures and arts of other times and places, but did not really like my own environment. Well, if I believe that my birth is not an act of chance, then there is some reason that I was born at the time I was ( Read more... )

When I was young, I felt "un-understood." This is what I called it, anyway ( Read more... )