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.

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.

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.

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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.