February 2012
1 post
la belle en train de.
to be.
its a concept so alien.
be.
live.
breathe.
this moment.
the current air that expands your lungs and rises your chest.
the oxygen flooding into your veins and arteries and reaching to each corner of your body.
these intricate weavings of our nature we don’t give a second thought on the average daily….
are all gifts.
are all current gifts.
i’m anti green...
November 2011
3 posts
tribute to Jack O'Kelley, grandad
they say he’s the only spouse who comes every day. every meal…
they keep telling him to take a break…
but he says the only time he is happy is when he is there with her.
there’s a dead look to her. a dead stare about her piercing blue eyes. those tiny oasis’s framed by white wrinkles.
they are fixed into space on points unseen. focusing hard, determined to grasp,...
strings.
there’s a mumble, a buzzing of chatter within the theater as the strings randomly chime in. vibrations which translate to notes flying through the air to greet the busied ears of the unseated audience….
finally as each string is held stationary by its owner, the conductor seizes control and with just the slight issue of his wrist, the nod of his head and the lifting of his elbows...
in dedication to a friend, who was much like me.
he was so frail. so small. so helpless. so hopeless.
so weak, that weak is an exaggerated understatement… his skeletal frame shivered in my arms as his tiny parched tongue stroked every inch of skin it could reach…it was as if he was doing everything he could, all that he could, spending every last ounce of energy in displaying his love for me. it was almost as if he was saying...
October 2011
1 post
fruit.
LOVE do i offer others a love that is earthly and of my flesh or do i offer them love from the core of my being from the well spring of life that the Spirit is constantly replenishing? I am equipped to love others in a way that brings the nations to Jesus. this is the love i truly long to have a constant habit of showing. JOY do i bubble and brim over with a contagious joy? a passionate...
July 2011
2 posts
waves.
clothed in only a small life vest, curls drip onto her miniature frame.
she waits a moment, lingering on the sandy, shelly shore as periwinkles dig at her squirming toes. swaying on her tiny legs, which are bruised and scratched, battered by constant play, she looks across the shiny white grains to see what her four blonde and tanned and equally battered brothers are up to.
they travel in a...
new years.
the fireworks last night led me to revisit this that i wrote January 1, 2011.
As i stand huddled against Meemee, dressed in her plush bathrobe, i press myself as close as possible to her to enclose the warmth from the uncomfortably crisp air blowing off of the dark rolling waves of the bay. Its New Years Eve night in Sanibel Island Florida and over the dark waves flash colors, vibrant and...
June 2011
4 posts
birth day.
Today is my Birthday. for the first time in my life…i’m sincerely concerned about the condition of my heart in relation to this day that, in frank, is about me. everyday of my life, as a Christian, is to be spent as a sacrifice. giving away every last ounce of myself to Jesus and counting all others to be more important than myself. i can’t help but think that its ingrained...
itinerary.
i’m now on a bus traveling through the beautiful countryside of Croatia.
yes you heard right.
Croatia.
Gillian and i “pulled a Marty” (marty is a guy on our trip who always gets the back of the bus) and all sprawled comfortably on the bench in the back of a charter bus. Today has been a great day of traveling. itinerary-less. Apart from the rough mapping of which modes of...
metro.
we have been here in Paris long enough that we have a routine.
wake up. go to the park. stretch. run. stretch. come back home. shower. dress. eat. school……. you get the picture.
however, amidst the norm today, there was presented a minor road block….or shall i say, metro block.
we had just gotten to the “school” part of the routine when all of a sudden, our metro-...
omaha beach.
9,000+ buried on the cliff just above one of the most magnificent coast lines. here lies man, after man, after man… all dying for a united cause. freedom. tiny boats are tossed about in a mad sea threatening to swallow. huddled against the hull, each soldier is full of fear i can only imagine. trembling with the cold crisp salty sea air and swaying with the current they make a choice....
May 2011
6 posts
mont st. michel.
Thus says the Lord: “Cursed is the man who trusts in man and makes flesh his strength, whose heart turns away from the Lord. He is like a shrub in the desert, and shall not see any good come. He shall dwell in the parched places of the wilderness, in an uninhabited salt land. Blessed is the man who trusts in the Lord, whose trust IS the Lord. He is like a tree planted by water, that sends...
épuisé.
meet biscote!!! (pronounced bees-cut) aka, “bibi”.
she is a huge cuddler. never will miss out on a nap time with Gillian and I. and is obviously extremely photogenic. she loves to model, she’s just as chic as this fashion city demands.
after spending the better part of a week here in Paris, i feel much more comfortable as a dweller and not necessarily a visitor anymore. i...
l'Arc de Triomphe
Bonsoir!
Its 10:42pm, day 2 of class and Paris is even better than yesterday!
We went to l’Arc de Triomphe today- “the arch of triumph” and it was absolutely breath taking! (literally between this and the metro…i think i broke a world record of steps taken scaling stairs today)
but before we went there we found a hole in the wall sandwich shop that had suprisingly...
first impressions.
be warned, i have been speaking, thinking, breathing, eating, and dreaming French for the past two days….English is weird now.
JE SUIS ICI! I AM HERE!
Gosh has it ever been a long past two days. maybe the longest of my life.
Paris is absolutely wonderful.
Ever since i gazed,
with much anticipation, neck craning, jet lag dazing, out of the microscopic window, to rest my eyes upon the...
soufflé de chocolat
well. here it is. my first EVER post on a blog. am i allowed to write in incomplete sentences?
I thought it seemed appropriate, in kicking off this adventure of mine to Paris, that i should at least attempt in recreating one of my favorite French desserts, le soufflé de chocolat. Usually mom is not keen on my ideas when i want to attempt an industrious dessert such as the soufflé. This is...
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hello binjamin! welcome to your little baby blog! keep up with it so all of your friends (and family, of course) can keep up with your parisian adventures!
smoochies,
kt
ps. bon voyage!! :)