Happy Halloween!

I don't see how a pumpkin patch can be more sincere than this one. You can look around and there's not a sign of hypocrisy. Nothing but sincerity as far as the eye can see.

the weekend.

An eclectic mix of events. Halloween. Defying gravity. Smiling 'til your face just can't take it anymore. Coloring. Indescribably beautiful valleys of fall foliage. Tailgating. PLU football. Family. Camano Island. More mesmerizing foliage. Hot Starbucks. Cozy knit. Laughter. Conversation. Spiced cider. Caprese sandwiches and tortilla soup. Growing deeper with amazing women. Gigantic fresh-picked apples. Happy happy happy.

Isn't It Divinity?

It's Halloween weekend. The sugary temptations of the holiday season begin now, and I must control myself. But my heart will never cease to beat wildly for chocolate and peanut butter.

Autumn Leaves Are Now Falling

Do you know that song? It can officially be said that it's cold outside here in Seattle. The mist is hanging low. Leaves from the tree next door are continuously floating through the air past my bedroom window, showering the ground and swishing around my feet when I walk. We are burrowing deeper into fall, and it's magical!

Ecstatic

I woke up and felt it. A switch had been flipped overnight, and summer had finally turned to autumn. Changes in the seasons are a curious thing. Body and spirit immediately adjusted, all of a sudden I find myself longing for a morning (and afternoon and evening), scaldingly hot, giant mug of Lady Grey, rather than a tall glass of ice water. I come home from class mid-day and want to get into my pajamas. I am a frequent visitor of the hearth, and often hop into my bed just to be underneath my down comforter. Sometimes I daydream about what it would be like to be nestled within an infinite orange knitted scarf (think James and the Giant Peach, only less sticky). My thrills comes from being scooted along by the wind, smelling the perpetually fresh air, and the sound of my heeled boots on the sidewalk. I would be lying if I said I didn't call my mom to tell her about how stinking excited I was to see all of the fall things at Trader Joe's today (pumpkins, gourds, sweet potatoes, Ghouly Gummy Tummies, Jack-o-lantern Joe Joe's with orange cream filling, chocolate truffle cake with caramel sauce, oh my Lord the list goes on!). Holy cow, I love this time of the year so unbelievably much I just want to burst!

Constant Reminders

I was awakened early by the rustle of clumsy footsteps and the clattering of pans in preparation for breakfast. I propped my head up onto my fist and squinted to adjust my eyes to the light streaming through windows opening out onto Useless Bay. Wrapped up in blankets I swayed in the hammock, looking out onto the gray morning. Gray pebbles, gray ocean, gray mist, gray sky, gray gulls. 


I woke with the world. At first it was all silence. Everything was still. Just God and me talking. The pale pink of dawn reflected on clouds, and birds readjusted their voices after a peaceful slumber. Thankful for the weekend spent at a lovely beach home with friends old and new. Thankful for His constant presence and my growing ability to recognize it in everything. Thankful for peace. Thankful for God's plan being infinitely better than my own.


The constant reminder that You make all things work together for my good.

To Fly

With shows like Pan Am making us nostalgic for times when flying was romantic, this recent British Airways television commercial seems just as beautiful.