10.28.2010

itchy feet.

i've started saving my tips for a big adventure. in a myrtle-green glass bowl embossed with a scale pattern sits $67. you see, i'm well on my way to istanbul. or dbrovnik. or crail. or dingle. or paris.

10.27.2010

Come to the waters.

In my life there is so much promise, which a precept I'm meditating on this week. What I can't keep from the forefront of my mind is that I have intimacy at my fingertips. My Abba and I are made for each other, and this week I'm consumed by curiosity and a hunger I haven't encountered in a long while. Maybe it's His hand again.

Psalm 139

For You formed my inward parts;
You covered me in my mother's
womb.
I will praise You, for I am
fearfully and wonderfully
made.
Marvelous are Your works,
And that my soul knows very
well.
My frame was not hidden from
You,
When I was made in secret,
And skillfully wrought in the
lowest parts of the earth.
Your eyes saw my substance,
being yet unformed.
And in Your book they all were
written,
The days fashioned for me,
When as yet there were none of
them.

How precious also are Your
thoughts to me, O God!
How great is the sum of them!
If I should count them, they
would be more in number than
the sand;
When I awake, I am still with
You.

10.18.2010

45th & Wallingford

the whirr of the grinder, espresso stains across my shirt, and finally getting my hands on a la marzocco.
tomorrow's goal: make an americano in less than 90 seconds.
i already love this.

10.13.2010

as much as i can hold

And I will go on making small promises to myself in the meanwhile: I will walk every day in between the trees, I will make some celebration, I will love without fear, I will create beautiful things, I will be unafraid to fly, I will move and speak and live deliberately…My promises stretch out and out sometimes past the horizon of possibility, and often at the end of the day it seems I’ve never walked as far as I thought I could. I get discouraged and wake up tired in the morning. But I go on making promises, because the sunrise is so beautiful, and those three stars are still shining so brightly, and the birds are begining to sing, you can hear them even over the whine of the highway. In spite of myselfI feel the embers of hope and I think, well maybe I could make it just to the end of the road, after all.

--excerpt from Off the Map

I had some well-spent hours with a fellow explorer last night, sharing adventure stories and pouring over guidebooks. Thank you, Nelly.

10.12.2010

just humming this while i walk

oo-ooo-hoooo-hoo-hoooo
oo-ooo-hooo-hooo-oooooo
hoo-oooooo
hoo-ooo-ooooo.

10.09.2010

"That is why we need to travel. If we don't offer ourselves to the unknown, our senses dull. Our world becomes small and we lose our sense of wonder. Our eyes don't lift to the horizon; our ears don't hear the sounds around us. The edge is off our experience, and we pass our days in a routine that is both comfortable and limiting. We wake up one day and find that we have lost our dreams in order to protect our days. Don't let yourself become one of these people."

Kent Nerburn, Letters to My Son

Never, never, never.

10.05.2010

10.03.2010

No no no no no.


It is going to be exceptionally hard to fly back to Seattle tomorrow. Home has been especially comforting and beautiful and good-for-the-soul this time around. I wish I could have just 1 or 2 more days to drink in this sweet time with the people I love most. My parents are like my lighthouse. My brother is growing up, and we are finding out that we have much more in common than blood. My dear grandparents have so many stories I still have to hear. My best friend is embarking upon a huge life adventure and I was able to dip into that, just barely, this weekend. I didn't know my eyes were so hungry for the faces I left in California, and I didn't know it would be so hard to leave them after what seemed like a perfectly alloted time period.

But I have good things to look forward to up north. My life is blessed and full.