Beg Steal or Borrow

I still have many, many questions.

Simple ones, even, like "Now that I am out of bed, what am I supposed to do?" But as life unfolds itself, I am starting to understand it a bit; it's not so much what we choose to do, but who we are doing so.  I think one of my struggles is always wanting to see everything as poetry. I'm constantly translating everything I see or hear so that my heart can understand it in a beautiful, or sentimental or idealistic way.  For now, I don't mind keeping things inside my head.  There have been times where I felt my spirit screamed for a soul to share things with.  But for now, I am content waiting and enjoying the thoughts as they ramble across my mind, in the quietness and tranquility of my spirit.  There's this verse that talks about "Mary treasuring these things up in her heart".  Well, it's kind of like that.

(On another note: I'm glad my Dad listens to bluegrass pandora as he sits next to me)

23...

Is how many old I am, now.
Life is now truly a mystery.
I've never made it this far before.

Farewell.

It's a really sad day, because I have to say goodbye to one of my most faithful freinds. We've listened to really good music together, as well as booksontape, and talk radio.  She's heard me talk to myself, seen me cry, heard me pray. We've been on lot's of adventures together, and seen many beautiful things. We had a good connection. She was full of spirit. I'm never gonna replace her in my heart.

Tallulabelle May. My first car. My first love.
Go rest in peace, my sweet blue lady.


I noticed her license plate today: "2 Be Honest With 8:56"...

(this is 1 Kings 8:56) "Praise the Lord who has given rest... just as he promised. Not one word has failed of all the wonderful promises he gave through his servant Moses." So maybe that means that everything was supposed to happen...it's time for her to rest now; she was a wonderful thing.

Such Beauty

Melt my heart

Privilege

It's kinda still not totally real that we got to play music at SOHO. So many amazing musicians have gone before us. It was really humbling.

The MTD Bus Chronicles

The three most memorable Bus Encounters in the last few months:

1. A very timeless, young Muslim woman completely covered, from head to toe in a bone-black burka, fiddling on an iPhone.

2. The true and beautiful human interaction between a short little Mexican Mamá and her toddler son, with the animated and long-winded 19-year-old Blender's employee who them told in great detail the whole story of his recent skateboarding misfortune and Yosemite Backpacking trip.

3. The really cute vintage girl wearing red high-heels; long, flowing brown hair down one side of her head, the other side shaven.  She carried around one of those old-school "giga-pets" attached to little tweed satchel. Once she finished tending to her "pet", she began to draw intricate wreathes and legs of porc on pads of paper.

          ...I couldn't stop watching her.


The bus is the best place ever to people watch.