city streets magnified, engaging senses...buzzing, it's intoxicating sensory overload.
colors pulse, the beat of the diaspora.
sounds erupt, the vivacious character of its inhabitants.
heat rises, caliente to the touch but never enough to slow it down.
speed. intensity. energy.
nothing like the city on a hot summer day.
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Thursday, August 26, 2010
joy
There is happiness and there is joy. Happiness, I'm told, is derived from happenings. While joy comes from deep inside, born of no circumstance; it dwells. The word joy has perplexed me. Happiness I understand, I've experienced it on timeless occasions but joy seems evasive. Too large of a word, of an experience for me to claim. But what a magical thing joy must be; to find joy untethered. It's a Godly thing, is it not? A certain peace must exist for it to thrive. If happiness is based on happenings then joy is based on sweet nothingness, self-created or willed by God. What an amazing idea.
I will not betray my emotions. As complex as joy may appear, I think I've danced with it over the years. Periods of a feeling so overwhelming I was moved to tears, feeling so blessed and so full of life, yet, as I look back these too seem tied to "happenings". So were they joy or were they happiness? Perhaps happiness is ill-defined. Or perhaps there are no words that can rightly define either emotion. Instead we should leave it to the heart to determine what is and save ourselves the wasted time searching for words. Words do fail us, our hearts do not.
Today I choose joy, it fills me, for too many reasons to count. I'm blessed, I'm loved, I live. What gifts these are to a little person like me. The rest is (nearly) meaningless.
I will not betray my emotions. As complex as joy may appear, I think I've danced with it over the years. Periods of a feeling so overwhelming I was moved to tears, feeling so blessed and so full of life, yet, as I look back these too seem tied to "happenings". So were they joy or were they happiness? Perhaps happiness is ill-defined. Or perhaps there are no words that can rightly define either emotion. Instead we should leave it to the heart to determine what is and save ourselves the wasted time searching for words. Words do fail us, our hearts do not.
Today I choose joy, it fills me, for too many reasons to count. I'm blessed, I'm loved, I live. What gifts these are to a little person like me. The rest is (nearly) meaningless.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
path
shine a light on me, or better yet, shine a light ahead of me to lead the way.
make it a bright light, for a dim path is hard to follow.
shine this light so bright, my steps are marked far into the future.
shine this light so certainly, that there is no doubt as to my direction.
make it a natural light because anything less can't be trusted.
shine this light and i will follow.
make it a bright light, for a dim path is hard to follow.
shine this light so bright, my steps are marked far into the future.
shine this light so certainly, that there is no doubt as to my direction.
make it a natural light because anything less can't be trusted.
shine this light and i will follow.
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