getting ready to be grateful

came to the blog and wrote out a list of where i am at. i love all the words, and all the feelings that are here. hope is alive. i found a legal pad i was writing notes on, and had no idea when this was taking place- reading all the things i was wrestling with, and thinking through- it baffled me! they were hitting me directly NOW.  and i had written them and struggled through them then. it was while reading listening to love by jan meyer. friggin sweet.
ok, heres the list, and my expounded - ness on it

rest. silence--reading part of a book tonight, after not using my allotment of words today, i found the perfect way to strive for rest. the author brought up time, and movement, and the heart in a picture of the water wheel. its moving, and water is moving forward, and its constant. the core of it is the heart. [this is where i take it where my mind is right now] yes, there  is movement and life at the core. its part of the movement. and it is silent and still, almost. definitely moving less  than what is happening on the outside. almost being introspective, if you can go there with me.

not speaking- this is just always cool to me. i think i become astounded at the fact that with my personality, i can literally NOT SPEAK for hours on end.

clean-ness- it was not my intention to clean today. and, my house is clean. the bathroom cabinet and the pantry are more organized. if you come over, you should look in the bathroom  cabinet. its all orderly and cute.  being clean and straightened up helps me rest and create.

listening- passed out more food boxes with the lady in my apt complex, and listened to her, not just her words but her vibes. listened to the people we met and talked to. i love being grounded enough so that i pay attention to more words than the mouth can say. dunno if my body, mind, expressions and words respond to all that i hear; i hope they do.

creating space- there was a moment. well. 2 moments. one before i made/ ate dinner, and one after, where i kinda panicked. [and this is the first time i noticed that "panic" picks up a "k" for the past tense] anyway, i was wanting movement, people, something to do, but nothing that i had available to do, did i want to do. and i sat and made myself still. created a moment that i didnt naturally feel. started drawing[ ok, doodling], when i didnt want to. didnt feel inspired. it became a wonderful time.

opportunity- i had my day open. laundry and cleaning ended up happening, which is great. mrs mcginty called me later in the day when it was looking like tie -dye with the kids wouldnt be happening, and we did some more food boxes. which takes me to the next thing on the list...

saying yes- its what i did all day, and its what ive been trying to live out. just settling in the belief that everything that passes before me has the possibility of dignity in it- it has the worth of being considered to be lived out. obviously im only talking about good things.  the kids got all excited about ruth's gift of a tie-dye kit to me, and im finally trying to make it happen for  them. not enough kids were at home all at the same time for it to be worthwhile to mix the dye. so i told the ones that were here, we'd pick a future date and make flyers so everyone could be here. and i didnt really want to go with mrs mcginty to knock on more doors, but she was getting all worried about the oranges we had to give. so saying yes was an exercise in graciousness, and loving her and the people we were ministering to in that moment opened my heart so much. i like to feel kindness flowing from myself. non- judgement of others. love knowing God does live through me.

finding my girl- i mean me. that girl that i know, that i knew, that used to be present all the time. she is here today. last night i talked with someone, and she asked about my testimony, and i didnt even mention the homosexuality, and right after i finished sharing, she disclosed that someone super close to her had decided on that lifestyle. we talked, and i revisited myself a bit. there was a time that i felt so disconnected from who i was at that time; i didnt feel that last night. i think God was giving me some what of a gift of myself. tonight i felt like dancing a bit in the solitude. hadnt felt that way in a while. pretty sure all this is connecting.

being romanced-days like this, i just feel LOVED. drawn. God brought the best smile to my face with the song, only heather. heard about it on the spotify commercial, and somehow thought it was a gimmick that spotify had figured out to do with people's names. obviously the ads dont really work on me; i tune them out. but pure happiness was wrapped up in that song for me, and they like the moon too! new fave band. they have officially replaced the killers. which is good.

forward thinking, but present- i have all these thoughts about the future. even tomorrow. but its all wrapped  up in peace! a few weeks ago, or 2 days ago, or 4 months ago, i wouldnt have believed you if you showed me the line i just wrote. theres joy in my tomorrows!!! GUYS! THERES JOY IN MY TOMORROWS!

open-  resting has brought me openness of time, and mind, and heart. opened my possibilities.like for tomorrow- before i go to the childrens shelter, i snagged the idea randomly to get up, jog in the morning because i never get to do it, and then come back and have an artichoke with my breakfast. #becauseican
the hardest thing about hashtags is no spaces.  and i love creating useless hashtags.

new- i am fresh. bright and solid. awesomeness. thank you Jesus.

heartfelt- it just is a feeling fest. theres just heart ness happening everywhere.part of me wonders if music helps do this for me. if any of you know me, you know that if the whole world loves it, i pretty much get disgusted and go the other way. and sad to say, the world loves music, and i have not listened to music as much as maybe i have needed for regeneration. the time of listening i have had is precious, and i am grateful.
and may i mention, i usually dont really like drawing, which sounds way funny. but i found words to the feelings ive always had when drawing. its such a slow quiet thing- it makes me sad! i think most of the art i have enjoyed creating and being a part of has held sadness for me. it gets so slow in my heart, that sadness is the only word that fits. its the word that holds all the other feelings together.