Oh the blogs we weave when time we neglect to retrieve

I have countless blogs stored up in the labyrinth that is my mind (and I don't mean that the way David Bowie means it). However, only a few ideas/thoughts are accessible to me currently-the others are hidden amongst my mental chasms and caves. I'm not really in the mood for metaphorical spelunking right now, so those will have to wait for another day.

Here goes the rambling.

In every new season of life, I have always been provided with a new Kindred Spirit. In my most recent season, that of Seattle, God instantly provided me with a new friend. Almost as soon as my request for a friend escaped my lips, there she was-Jessika (www.just-jessika.blogspot.com). In a very distinct way, she inclines my heart toward the beautiful, just by existing as herself. I always seem to walk away from time with her with that longing heart pang, of which Lewis speaks, for Heaven. She loves beautiful things, has a deep faith in God, takes healthy risks in her life, pursues her dreams, and loves on people. I like her a lot and I am thankful for her essence, which draws out a distinct part of my own essence in a unique sort of way.

There is a strange house that I pass on one of my bus routes to and from work. I remember the first time I saw it. It is along Lake Union, in a row of beautiful houses, with very green and plant-filled front yards. It is a typical 1900s historic house with a front yard. However, in place of a grassy front lawn, there is simply concrete. A concrete front lawn. No green. No flowers. I instantly thought of the N.I.C.E. from CS Lewis's That Hideous Strength. I bet Filostrato would have lived in that house and poured concrete over the lawn, ex-ing out as much organic life around him as possible. I wonder what kind of person actually lives there.

I have decided to pursue my masters in music therapy. I'm going to do it unless the hand of God stops me. However, I think it is His finger that has been nudging my heart in this direction.

I miss my Swingrovers, my Brianna, my Starbucks, my La Mirada, my Grace E.V. Free church, and my friends outside of Seattle so, so very much.

That is all for now. Lovies.