For my dear Gillian

This post, and the chipmunk video preceding it (in German?!!!) are dedicated to Gillian. In Peru, unable to keep up with the latest trends in Anderson church 'amazingness'. I do hope you enjoy.



And just so you know... I had some serious issues trying to get your Lutheran photo... the first time.. it was dark and they didnt have it lit (whats up with that... i mean cmon now).. the second time... i almost pulled in until i realized there was a funeral procession coming out the door!!! the third time was a charm.. although there was one car in the parking lot so i was conviced they were going to come chasing after me to ask why on earth i was taking a picture of their church sign. However, I escaped safely with this photo.

The Chipmunk Adventure - Getting Lucky (German)

she hates celery.

dont ask me why i got the bright idea to see if i had outgrown my distaste for celery.
just dont.

she wishes she were speechless more often than not

tomorrow is my second and last day (of two) of fall break. theres a lot that i would like to do. a few things i have to do. a few i should do but probably wont. thats depressing.

If I could I would wake up and drive to the mountains and just spend the day there. Take a journal, take a book, but sometimes even those things get in the way of pure unrefined thinking. The sweet kind you wish you had caught down on paper because it seems immeasurably remarkable. And you come to conclusions and set beautiful goals. The kind that tickles your imagination and ignites a fire of passion for life you know can and was created to be greater. The kind that gets lost amidst the business of dos and donts and appropriateness and necessity of what you superficially refer to as the daily grind of your life. They get lost in the alarm clock, the shower, the toothbrush, the coffee. The coffee with a drop of half and half and two scoops of sugar. And you forget you had something so sweet until you have run yourself thin enough until the only action your senses know to take is to give up the resistance and give in to the sweet unrefined Love that loved you enough to start the process that you and your manipulative sin misdirected and let grow in the first place. The kind that captivates you with speechlessness once you surrender, and loves you without letting go.

she loves fall.

but hates the idea of winter coming and rushing in the necessity of wearing real shoes...
the kind that cover your toes.






random thought for today:

crochet is a beautiful topic to help start conversation with little old ladies. and its quite comical to watch the expressions change on their faces when they come to the realization that you know how when you are a college girl with a tattoo in a generation that doesnt really look fondly on the past time that doesn't involve anything technologically advanced, but some mere yarn and a metal hook.
i started up a conversation about crochet this morning with this lady at my internship. well, due to her stroke she can't talk yet which is very heart breaking to watch. she tries so hard too. since she can't communicate with words, you have to rely very heavily on whether or not she smiles or slightly nods her head. expressions are key. her eyes lit up when i mentioned crochet. so i can only estimate that she was excited, and looked surprised that i told her i knew how.
she is precious. and single handedly encompasses why i want to be an occupational therapist.
i have struggled emotionally with my internship... i am not able to do much more than observe, and the high light of my day is when i get to be an accessory to an exercise.. like being the receptacle for a patient moving cones from point A to point B with their stroke affected hand.
but then there are those small moments when the clouds break and God reminds me of the opportunities that lie waiting if we would only open our eyes.

sometimes it's easy to get caught up in what we can't do or what we have to do, and forget to enjoy what just is.