Tuesday

Is it worth it?

Rights.
When your rights mean someone else is suffering, are they
worth it?
When your freedom means bondage for others, is it worth it?
Where do you draw the line?


Thursday

To walk deep

There's a peace I know that
Often hides when my soul is crowded with life and
It creeps around without sound,
Waiting for me to seek it again.
How often we let ourselves be distracted by
Everything and
Forget to find that peace.

I wander in and out of halls and dressing rooms,
In search of something and I cannot quite
Remember what it is, but
I know I cannot live without it and
Somewhere a voice whispers and I almost,
Almost hear it but
Hello, life again,
Hiding it, crowding it.

Can they co-exist or is it a forever
Battle? Is there a way to walk through life,
Led by peace? She dreams deep and
He dreams deep and they walk, deep.



Friday

But what?

i find it hard to live and not be overwhelmed by injustice.
it hurts, you guys.
watching black men be gunned down by law enforcement.
watching peaceful native Americans trampled by law enforcement while
just trying to protect their land and all of our water.
children in extreme poverty.
men who work ridiculously hard only to not make ends meet.
i don't know how to find peace anymore.
i don't know how to offer peace.
im so distraught.
i want to do something.
but what can I do?

Wednesday

i feel fine

things change, yeah?
when I look back through this blog at all my posts from the past
nearly 7 years, I
find myself in such awe of the changes we have gone through and
all that has occurred.
I ended this blog.
I don't really intend to write here anymore but then,
things change, yeah?
not every change is what we want but
every change shapes us and
every event moves in harmony with the precious
dance of our lives.
I can't tell you that you'd like me anymore but
I can't tell you that you wouldn't.
maybe you'd like me more.
maybe.

but what hasn't changed in the past 7 years?
my love for my family, my love and devotion to god.
that may be it.
oh, and my love for books. and homeschooling. and knitting. and nature.
I suppose I could say not everything has been change,
but more an evolution. an evolution of what was already
there, seeds that were planted,
now sprout forth and out.
and if I write, I write of the flowers now blossoming
in my soul, that once were hidden or different.

things change, yeah?
but I feel peace.
I feel joy.
I feel fine.