Bluebirds and Birch trees

 As I was challenged by my friend, Rubix from over at  {The Sea Calls Us Home} , to do the Book Room Challenge. Alright then, Ruby, we'll see just where it gets us!   Rules Write three of your own books as rooms. They can be finished, works in progress, or even just ideas, but they have to be your own. Write one of your favorite books to read as a room. Tag five other people. Well then, off we go!   Coffee Rings An old and weather beaten hardwood floor, the finish long worn off from the scrapes and gouges of many dancing shoes. A tall set of glistening french doors with long and flowing curtains, opening out on to a balcony, with a swirling iron rail. A long forgotten smell is haunting around the room, aside from one thing. With a peeling side table in one corner, and a simple mirror above, a white and perfectly new vase is on the table, with several pale roses standing tall. Tall, yet alone. The room has been abandoned, and the feeling with it, for...

 Have you ever looked at some of the things you have kept over time, and wondered, "Why do I still have that?" I ask myself that about once a day, because I have kept pretty much everything that I have ever been given. But now, I feel the weight and pressure of all these things that I have kept and are now surrounding me, that I no longer like, or wish to keep.  I've tried cleaning before but it never got me anywhere, because as with many people, cleaning usually just involves putting objects in less obvious places. Till finally, (if you're me, or are like me) you end up finding far more spiders in your room than you care to ever see. Which in my case, starts at one.  Not all spiders are bad, I do know that, but the ones that tend to show up in my house, are the kind you can be in trouble with if you get bit.  But now, I'm cleaning. I'm getting rid of, selling, and throwing away the things I no longer want and don't need to keep. Now some things, altho...

Who am I? I'm the girl who looks beyond the ordinary. I search for things unseen and answers not yet known. I'm the girl who is a maelstrom in the very deep because, that is what I seek, depth. I seek to know the depths because it is only there that the truth really lies. I search constantly, looking into the dark places to find what it is that I seek. Yet I do not know, that is right before me. What I seek is not in darkness but in light. I do not need to find those places dark and cold and unyielding, but to look forward and beyond, beyond and on to the light that has called me. I am a maelstrom and I am a dark being that has learned what light is. I fell into darkness when I was born but have been shown a light. I still liken myself to a maelstrom because it is unknown. It's power is not one to be reckoned with, and it's strength is not in its appearance. It goes deeper than any can see, but those who try to venture in may be pulled in entirely. Be careful what is...

This is a post about---If you had three words to describe yourself (a color, a sound, a word of your choice) what would they be? As asked by Mandy, from NaNoWriMo. Mine: Lavender, Birds, Searching. It's color of my hands as I sit here and watch. The feeling that I have when I'm bundled up all soft. The feeling of the wind as it runs through my hair, it's the crisp morning air as I whisper, and ne'er. How do I look when the water turns cold, yet it's the beauty that I see when the heather is foretold. The sense that I feel when the light is not yet dawned, it's the time of the day when it is not quite beyond. The color in this place of time, that I find to be, lavender. The sound when morning is just a frond, the paleness of the plants and growing tendrils. The glittering notes that you hear just outside. It's clear, yet soft, but it's enough. To make the world sound so near. The sound of birds. Restless, yet inviting. Searching, and enticing....

 Sometimes, admitting your problems is hard, whether it's because you don't want to appear helpless in some occasions, or because admitting them would seem to acknowledge that they exist.  I am one and the same with both of those problems. But there are some instances I have learned, where admitting you have a problem, is the first step to overcoming them. Because by denying that you're struggling, can do more damage than good.  I don't like to admit that I have problems because I have pride. That pride has never gotten me anywhere worthwhile when it comes to facing my problems. I am proud because I don't want help, and don't want to appear helpless. I'm proud because I don't want to admit that there's something that could be potentially dragging me down.  I had a frightening experience the other day. I know full well that I am not as physically capable/able as many of my friends, that is one part of my problem. Because I don't want to appe...

 You know those times, when you don't feel like going to youth group–but you go anyway, and it turns out to be a really good idea?  If you don't, then maybe you should try it sometime. Sometimes you'll hear something you never expected.

 What is drama, but life with dull bits cut out?  I concur, but I also add–what is life, but drama without any standing reprieve?  Truly, life is strange thing.  And truly, one that I sometimes have wished to have no part in.  And yet, even so.  Here I am.  You've taken your best shot at me.  And here I am.  So what's that say to you?  Other than I've got the better deal on my side.  His name is God.

 I really have a good amount of things to say, but it doesn't feel right to say them. Because of life, and how it works, and how the world around us revolves, I really find it hard to sometimes understand, the differences of how our lives all pan. Forgive me for being vague, and even a little bit cryptic. But the past few days have been hectic, and altogether eye-opening.  Forgive me once more for sounding to unclear and dull, but today's not a day, that I feel so full. Deadened inside, yet full of emotion, such is the strange yet turning wheels of grief. For life throws one asunder, and all you can hear is deadened thunder.  I wish to write of joy, yet sometimes it is hard to do. I don't always know what to say, and today that happens to be true.  I wish you all the best of day, though some might not call it so. I hope you a day better than the last, and may you find God and great joy, in every small task.  For love one another, and do it well. For love...