somewhereonlyweknow.

t'nite,

grab a bandanna.

tie it 'round yer eyes.

spin in a circle 3 times.

stop.

point yer finger to any spot on the map.

i'll meet you there by morning.



we can search the whole world over,

adventuring & looking for our souls.

only to wind up laughing in the grass,

because we've found them in each other.

they've been there all along.

{let's.}

...leaving my cares forgotten among the lilies...

this morning, i got an email from an old kindred soulfriend.

she means so very much to me.

we probably haven't spoken in years.

it doesn't matter.

her words touched me deep down in my heart,

so instead of having it sink away in my inbox

or some 'labeled' folder that i will never re-read,

i put it here.

to help me remember good things.

i'm thankful for her.

this is more for me than anyone else,

but you're welcome to read it too.

....

without having any idea where you or your life is at, knowing we haven't really talked in far too long, just know this:

confession--i just went on a binge of reading all your last few months of blog posts.

i just really love all of who you are.
you inspire me to see the beauty around me.
you make me feel like this awkward, uptight, type-a, struggling twenty-something has this beautiful, creative artistic side inside of her just itching to get out. you remind me that i can be a strong hippie feminist and still love wearing lace and colors. you help me remember to travel and play and not miss this moment because i have five-thousand other things to do (that matter too!)

and a little while ago i read st john of the cross, and came across this, and i've been sharing it with anyone who i think might find some hope and goodness captured in it:

"In solitude she lived,
And in solitude built her nest;
And in solitude, alone
Hath the Beloved guided her,
In solitude also wounded with love

...I remained, lost in oblivion;
My face I reclined on the Beloved.
All ceased and I abandoned myself,
Leaving my cares forgotten among the lilies."

i love you.

i still have the heart you made me hanging in my closet,

reminding me of those truths of who i am.

...

it's so important to have reminders that point to the truths of who we are.

her email was exactly that for me, today.

{blue skies again}

dear winterbird
how long can you last
before it gets too cold
and the earth asks you back

dear ??
you're ready for the sun
the old man is leaving
a longer day's begun

suddenly i can see blue skies again
hear you say there's nothing less
that our hearts will mend
i promise you they do

birch trees are bones
stripped of their leaves
and pressed between the pages
of my memory

this heart of mine
is ready for the spring
open up my window
winterbird take wing

suddenly i can see blue skies again
hear you say there's nothing less
that our hearts will mend
i promise you they do

it's not easy to pretend
it's not easy to pretend
it's not easy to pretend
i can see blue skies again

suddenly i can see blue skies again
hear you say there's nothing less
that our hearts will mend
i promise you... they do

-jessica lea mayfield

lightly, child.

{it’s dark because you are trying too hard. lightly child, lightly. learn to do everything lightly…

even though you’re feeling deeply… lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them…

on tiptoes and with no luggage… completely unencumbered.}

–aldous huxley, 1894-1963 (adapted)

pieces of broken teacups.

tday at church, the pastor spoke a sermon called, 'the problem with truth'.
as he spoke, something about it deeply resonated with the first professor I ever had at college.
I remember sitting in that class, feeling like a nobody & having the following reflection:
it was like my faith was a room.
A room that was perfectly decorated.
Beautiful and welcoming.
And then God came through like a tornado.
He over-turned things and was smashing stuff and ripping up my couch cushions, until nothing looked like it once had.
Then, he left.
And it was up to me to sit in the middle of the room and begin sifting through stuff.
Seeing if I could recognize anything or pieces of things.
If I could remember the true things,
and finding truer things along the way.
So I'll stay right here...sifting...for as long as I have to.