my cup runneth over

little did she know...

she would be starting a fresh new job search with a cup overflowing with life dreams

and she keeps on knowing little.  i have said it before and i’ll say it again and again...and again:  everything in this life is a lesson in trusting God.  He asks us every day in every moment if we will step out of the boat and walk on the raging torrents of the unknown toward Him.  will we do this having zero idea what He wants with us when we get out there? do we trust He only desires our happiness and to have us with Him for eternity? will we trust Him when all seems lost, dark, broken, a mess?  

will i?  only with Him giving me the grace to do so.  

and so i embark upon the boat rockin’, cloudy, crazy, unknowable waters of life. of job searching.  of self-abandoning.  

aka, the journey towards Love.  towards happiness, fulfillment, and joy everlasting.  that is where all roads that God puts before us lead to if we let Him lead instead of lighting our own torch and thrashing about trying to make our own fake path.  trust me, our self-determined paths lead to nowhereville fast.  and His road leads to green pastures, beside still waters, and restores our soul.  and though we walk through the valley of the shadow of death, we will fear no evil.  for He is with us.  always. (based off of psalm 23).  

He restores my soul

today was filled with beauty, peace and happiness.  triple threat awesome alert.  i listened to my heart and heard there the voice of Love telling me to go a different direction.  to find a job that will help me pursue my dreams (oh yeah suckers, i got dreams i got dreams and i don’t care who knows it).  and thus, once again, i dove into the chilly, opaque waters of the unkown, and placed myself in the arms of Love.  and if Love can do this for the sky, i think things are looking pretty promising for me...

that sunshine looks like drinkable gold

this sky that you see before you was virginia showing me that i have something to stay for.  i have a love-frustration relationship with the trees.  i do marvel at the majesty of the towering giants forming walls of leafy protection on the streets and highways that i roam.  but then they get all up in the sky’s business and only allow me brief and skewed visions of the sunsets.  let’s just say texas trees would never dare...

i took these sky pictures at the gas station and a man of the race who knows joseph (a kindred spirit in anne of green gables speak) that worked at the gas station came up to me as he saw me clicking away and said with a jolly smile “you see that sky, that’s pretty neat” (see photo below of sky he spoke of).

pretty neat, indeed, man at the gas station

and then i pointed to our left and said "did you see that sky?" and he said “well that’s pretty nice, too” (see first sky picture).  and i knew we were kindred spirits.  i am too much of an introvert generally to go up to strangers; but unassuming gas station men such as that dear fellow who clearly are just enjoying beauty and want to share it with another human. a person who sees strangers not as strangers but as a friend in disguise-well i am all about it.  he made me smile.  beauty is so much better when it is shared and i am glad he broke the barrier of strangerhood and made me a friend for that moment.  it was a moment for friendship and rejoicing.  

after mass that evening, i drove home to the glorious reverberations of the symphony of this sky.  i was just laughing with the joy of such beauty.  

post-mass glory

one more just to make sure you get how good it was

this morning, after i did the old “withdrawing myself from the position” drill for the now ex-job, i had Mass and was filled with overflowing with joy of having hope for the future.  i was beaming with dreams for things i would like to do and with the knowledge that God can make it all beautiful and golden and real.  for the record, this is a huge change for girlfriend (me).  generally, i spurned dreams in fear of failure and fear of happiness.  no more, my loyal compadres.  no mas.  consider this new leaf turned over.  

bright pink rose dreams

i had a ramble to the grocery where i was greeted with an orange burst of perfect jack-o-lantern potential pumpkins and cinnamon scented bunches of pine cones that i really wanted to purchase, but did not.  another point for grace.  i did get canned pumpkin to appease my need for fall flare.  pumpkin bread, come to mama.

september on the sidewalk

i am way into any kind of white flower and pumpkin duo

on the ramble home i saw the cups of other creatures overflowing.

overflow of beauty 

red overflow

i became friends with this bench right by the statue of Our Lady.  i saw an old priest taking a stroll about the church grounds smoking a stogie (sp?).  and boy did that stogie smell good.  i relished in wearing moccasins on a day that asked for moccasins.  not cold enough by any means to keep me from rambling around outside, but cool enough to require warmer foot wear.  

someone gave Our Lady pink roses

bench and moccasins i'm a fan

told you me and this bench hit it off

fall is tip-toeing in.  i like that.  i need to be eased into this.  i don’t take well to complete submersion into new things without warning.  slow and steady wins the race.  that’s why i think (though you who have lived through the pregnancies may beg to differ) it is good to have 9 months of pregnancy.  a little time to prepare yourself for the reality of bringing up an immortal soul.  not that anything could prepare you, but just having a little adjustment and prep time can’t hurt.  so i give the gestation period 2 thumbs up.  for now...

fall whispers

i’m going to have soup, red wine, and pretend that there isn’t a spider in my bathroom that i feel i have not the strength to destroy.  i really hate killing anything.  even spiders or wasps.  i let a wasp live once that i saw buzzing around my kitchen while i was doing dishes. "live and let live", i nobly assumed as my insect philosophy. when it stung me a few minutes later, i whistled another tune.  a dirge for the wasp to be exact. complete with a loaded gun full of windex. but i still have issues.  so i might wait for china to get home...sorry, china.  being my roommate is not always popcorn and cotton candy.  sometimes it’s the nitty gritty.   

well hello nitty gritty

it’s friday.  there is much to do.  there is a life for God to paint with the colors He has given me.  my colors are different than the rest of the people of the world and i will have a different picture with all sorts of swirly hues and strokes that only God could paint with the brush that is me.  catch you cats on the flip flop.  


p.s. there are fairies in falls church and they live here

don't believe me? here is a sign to prove it:

fairy proof

a blessed weekend overflowing with your favorite drink of life to you and your kin.  peace of Christ be with you.   

bridge to a weekend in fairy land
i dare you to take it