Bubbly...

Wherever you go

always know

cuz you make me smile

even just for a while...

I need ceiling time.

This summer my friend Keith and I would have ceiling time. We'd lay on the floor and just stare at the ceiling and listen to our own breathing. I'd clear my mind of the chaos of the YouthWorks day and just listen to the rhythm of my breathing. It grounded me. I need some ceiling time....

Oh, and i'm ready for fall.

The "V" Word

To be vulnerable is to risk being wounded.
It takes courage to be vulnerable.

I’m not fearless and at times I’m insecure, but I’m trying not to allow my fears or insecurities prevent me from doing what I feel like doing. Doing requires that I risk the potential of things not working out and requires that I “risk being wounded.” But if I avoid the potential harm by pacifying people and security, is that really living?

Madeleine L’Engle said, “When we were children, we used to think that when we were grown-up we would no longer be vulnerable. But to grow up is to accept vulnerability... To be alive is to be vulnerable."

Fears imprison us. But to risk, to become vulnerable, is like opening a door to the possible. It isn't always safe, it isn't always comfortable, but it is real. This doesn't mean we stop living skillfully, but rather we live more freely.

Dreams of you and me dancing under the stars,
red dress blowing in the wind,
fireflies playing hide-and-go seek with their light.
The stars stand out of the midnight sky
and twinkle like your eyes when you look at me.
I wake up, stare at the ceiling smiling,
but the rain taps on the roof
and I'm reminded...
all good things must come to an end.
Driving around, windows open,
singing and laughing without a care in the world.
We're the only two who matter at the moment,
you look at me in a way no one ever has before.
You kiss my hand and tell me you adore me.
A car honks and I see the light has changed,
alone I drive...
thinking of what we could be.
All good things must come to an end.
Alone I sit under the clouds
watching the waves roll into the shore.
Peace runs throughout my mind,
Hands over my eyes...
I guess right...
you sit down beside me and I realize,
not a day was wasted dreaming.