"To be fond of dancing was a certain step towards falling in love."
~Jane Austen

Isaiah 51:15-16

For I am the Lord your God,

who stirs up the sea,

causing its waves to roar.

My name is the Lord of Heaven's Armies.

And I have put my words in your mouth

and hidden you safely in my hand.

I streched out the sky like a canopy

and laid the foundations of the earth.

listening to jj heller

anna introduced me to this artist who sings so beautifully and simply.... sounds like a christian version of a fine frenzy


"you're brighter than the sun
you love in spite of us
you use the least of us
to prove the strong

aren't really strong at all..."

so

this is

L o v e

cold

windblown curls

numb fingers

blue and gray scarf enveloping her shoulders

it's a day for snuggling by a fireplace
with a bowl of homemade potato soup
soft blanket
and the one she loves
...

like a shell upon

a beach

just another

pretty

piece
I was difficult
to see
but

you

picked

me
- A fine frenzy

rainy summer day

good memories

coincidence?

i attended Les Miserables at Queen's Theatre in London this past June and discovered a love for the theatre and musicals. once i came back home to the states, i've enjoyed listening to the soundrack.

this past week i began listening to the Sweeny Todd: Demon Barber of Fleet Street soundtrack and realized a similarity to LesMis. Sweeny Todd has a song, "Pretty Women" and LesMis has "Lovely Ladies".

Both are tragic musicals... Coincidence? I think not.

Check out Sweeny Todd soundtrack, it's beautiful!

entries from my European journal...

June 7, 2008 10AM
Helen, our Irish tour guide, is telling us about Dante and the Renaissance... She said that "a Renaissance man" was someone who did too much or who did everything, who is always busy. So i guess Keith is a Renaissance man...

June 10, 2008
11AM
I'm sitting in Notre Dame. I can't believe I'm really here.
This place is amazing.
Detailed statues. Soaring ceilings. Dazzling stained glass. Dim ambiance. Hushed whispers echoing along with footsteps on the cold marble.
A girls choir from America (funny to say.. America!) is now singing... their light voices vaulting through this work of art.
I now feel this beautiful lonely mood.
Ironic, yes? I love it. How I can find beauty in loneliness. In sadness. Things that many people fear, I can embrace and love. If life were always filled with perfect happiness it would get boring. So I've come to appreciate sad songs and minor-key music. Poems like The Lady of Shalott. There's such beauty and mystery in them.
Maybe I'm just weird.

gifts we don't deserve

life: [n] A source of vitality; an animating force; the experience of being alive

love: [n] A profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person; a person toward whom love is felt
if it weren't for these...

old poem...

a delicate porcelain teacup

lacy veil

blue robin egg

purple crocus dusted with snow

fragile things

like

snowflakes

and fireflies

a baby's sigh

L i f e

is like

a puff of wind

lighter than breath

a raindrop poised on the tip of a branch

Life

is cradled in the hand of the One who crafted it

He meticulously designed our bodies with creativity

i wonder if He smiled while knitting me together inside my mother

He already knew every step i would take

each breath i would inhale

how many eyelashes would frame my green eyes

each little fingernail and

both tiny ears

He created each one

He didn't have an obligation to give me life

But He wanted to

He has no duty to let my

heart pump life-giving blood through my veins each day

But He does

i have one purpose

to bring glory to my Creator

my Savior and God

this is why i am alive

today

cafe

i'm going out for coffee.

with friends.

that's not unusual.

i'm writing a new poem...

so stay tuned.

"Encouragement is oxygen to the soul."- Unknown

mmmm

it's good to write again

i used to have a blog during the beginning of my freshman year of college... but it disappeared from the face of the earth.
i don't really know how.
but it did.

hello there

i am alive