A Game of Books

I’ve kind of been focusing on my writing for my last few months of blogs, so it’s time for a twist! Yesterday, Conner and I did one of my absolute favorite things everrrrrrr: we went to the botanical gardens after church and just lay out on Maasai blankets on the grass, reading. Many pictures were taken because it was such a beautiful day and many words were read. All in all, it was a serious win. I forget sometimes that I’m a sunflower child and I need to be outside with a book more often 🙂

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I’m now nearly halfway through Dances with Dragons: Part One and I have to say, I think it’s my second favorite book in the A Song of Ice and Fire series so far (the series that the TV show Game of Thrones is based on, for those who don’t know). I only have one book left (Part Two of Dances with Dragons) before I have to join the giant crowd of groupies clamoring for George R.R. Martin to finish and publish the next book in the series. Sigh.

Buuuut anyway. We also had some visitors while we were chilling!

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So, yes. Basically the best day I’ve had in a long time. My best friend / love + outside + nature + trees +sunshine +books +birds = best thing ever.

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This Is My Song

Today I wanted to write a poem, but words failed me. Some things are too big for words, and to even try to describe them would be undermining. Sometimes comparing something to the beauty of the early dawn sun or dew on a rose petal isn’t close to enough. Sometimes even the ancient sound of wind can’t capture the whisperings of an indescribable thought. Sometimes to keep a thing secret is the only way to capture it; to let it be what it is without putting it in a box of words and prose. Some things are too unfathomable, to wide, too deep, too vast to even comprehend. These are the whispers of the soul, the language we can’t translate, the things not found in books. A heart song, a soul song. The warmth of the sun, the yellow of a sunflower, the chill of a snowflake, the mourning wind, the clattering leaves, the singing breeze in the trees, the shining mist draped around the shoulders of a great and mighty mountain, the windows to a soul, the light that shatters the darkness. This is my song.