I'll stay right here,
Tied to your arms,
Like sea-weed goodness.

Your love sweeps,
In and out of my life,
Like the regulated beats of a heart,
It is expected,
As is a tide to an ocean.

I would drown in your love,
And get dizzy in your arms,
From it all.

Yet even in the dark of night,
While the rain falls,
And adds to the volume of my endless void,
You lift me up and breath life into me,
You return my feet to solid ground.

Even when you think we can't,
Our love can grow as vast as any ocean.
The love you express is astounding,
It's free,
And shapes my amazement of how close you are.
Your love has never wavered,
And I hope it never does.
.

Dark Morning Hours

Will your answer ever be enough for me,
Will i take it?
Will waiting and growing for tomorrow be enough.

Will the sun ever shoot those piercing eyes at me?
To eject me from that dead cassette player
And send rays of hope every morning,
Hoping,
Praying,
That it may provide me with enough love to start my day,
To live my day,
To love everyone in it with all the energy I could ever muster.

Will you answer?
Will it ever be enough.

Waiting

Waiting for the sun to rise.
Waiting for another day.
To repeat the process once again.
That process, those steps being that lovely thing
called life.

Why does the sun always rise?

Why do I go on and wake for the next.

That excruciating day.

Those piercing eyes, and painful glances.

It hurts the most, those rejecting stares from family, friends, and foes.

Why do I go on.

Why do I wait.

Purpose?...Journey?

How are any of us supposed to know our purpose? The purpose for our life, or maybe even a goal for the week, or day. What decisions do we make, why do we make them? What do we believe, who do we trust. Maybe you've asked yourself these questions, maybe you haven't yet. Maybe you have attempted to answer them, or maybe you have no answer. Maybe you have debated their answers, or still remain undecided. Practically anywhere you go, you will see strangers, friends, enemies, and family running, rushing, or hurrying to their next destination, appointment, class, and meeting. How many stop and think is this my purpose? is this what I desire to do above all. Is this what I love, is it what makes me the happiest? I do not know the answer to that question that has been asked since the dawn of time. Maybe you do?
Life reminds me of skiing down a mountain. I know, strange you say? The mountain slope is a metaphor for life, because when I ski down, I'm slow. I attempt to traverse from left to right, and back again. Then there are the dare-devils, the ones who zoom straight down a double diamond without any caution in their excited black eyes. Then there are the experienced experts who have skied down this mountain before. They know it off by heart and have committed it to memory. Everyone is as unique as the next, and the list is far to endless to name all. They are all unique in their trip down their own mountain, their own journey in life.
While on this journey down our mountain of life, we may tumble, we may fall. But it is always the way that we pick ourselves off the snowy cold surface, and continue down that builds our character and uniqueness.

What's this... 'snail mail'?

It's been just over a year now. I'm constantly surprised at how fast time flew by. Though, I will never forget the day when I found out. And where of all places did I find this terrible and tragic news? Facebook. Looking back even a couple of years, one wouldn't be given the news of a tragic death over the internet. It would be personal and face-to-face, or maybe you'd read their obituary in the newspaper. You would go to their house, visit, eat, grieve, cry, hug, and cry some more. You wouldn't be sent the video of their memorial by email.
I've noticed how almost everyone in my classes has a cell phone, an ipod, a laptop etc. Our world has become so technological and has drifted from being so personal and face-to-face.

Back a decade or so, I would write to my cousin in Calgary, and she would write back. I still have all her letters in my box, my box of special memories and trinkets that I'd grab if there was a fire. Her envelopes would be covered in stickers of all kinds, and little heartfelt words written all over. My name and address would be printed in the most creative font I've ever seen. My heart would always leap out of me, when I would run down the street to our mailbox, and see a letter addressed to me.
I recently received an email from a friend of my Young Life leader who passed away last year. She wrote about the year mark coming up, and how his wife wished to commemorate it with an honorary letter. So everyone replied back, with their emails. Less than an hour after I replied, she sent another email saying that she needed 'snail mail' addresses, and that his wife wished to send the letter the 'old fashioned way'. I was so surprised and touched that I teared up. I know, what a cliche, but truly how often does someone send a letter, snail mail style, nowadays? I sure haven't.
So here, I wait, for the expected, yet unique letter that is being written this moment, commemorating the life of an amazing, selfless, and unique person, that will be missed but loved, for everyday of the future.

Blind

So as you can see, this is my first entry to my very first blog, which I'm super excited about!
This morning, I was woken by the piercing brightness of our lovely sun, and though I had not had a soundless sleep, I was surprisingly able to greet the new day with peace.
It continues to astound me every single morning, that our climate can differ so much!! One morning, it's overcast and snowing in mid-May and the next it's 20 above and sunny! Talk about Global Warming hey?
I have been trying to reduce my own personal impact on our environment. Not extensive things like buying a hybrid car, or an eco-friendly house, but little things that we can all do. I remember sitting in our living room, watching Oprah. (yes I watch Oprah) She was featuring ways to improve your lifestyle, in an eco-friendly manner. There was a woman, who I'll never forget! She would literally unplug, turn off, and detach everything from computers to T.V.'S to Fridges!! I figure, with the Fridge, she'd plug and unplug, so the food wouldn't go bad...Right?!? She'd even go so far as to record how much water they used for showers, baths, using the toilet, doing dishes etc. Don't get me wrong, I think it's fantastic, and if I remember correctly, her utilities bill was like $80.00!! But, first off, I don't think my parents would take to kindly if I unplugged our fridge (Even if I could figure out how)... or T.V. Or if I quizzed them on how long they were in the shower for and how much water they used in that time period.
The few things that I try to do, even though they are small, have overall changed how I start my day and live my life.