I am coming to that clearing on a mountain, where I will be in utter abandonment to what God has in store for me.

I am still hidden beneath the shadows of the trees.
I am still nervous about losing all control, and giving it to the Sun in the sky...

But I am still walking... Trusting that His love is on my side.

"I dreamt we walked together along the shore. We made satisfying small talk and laughed. This morning I found sand in my shoe and a seashell in my pocket. Was I only dreaming?" 

-Maya Angelou 

"In My Veins" - Andrew Belle

Thinking.

Even if I was working out my passions-- making money by doing what I love to do best-- I would still have something to complain about because:

A. I am not perfect.
B. Nobody is perfect.
C. I have these ideas of perfection that I want to work out, but are impossible to apply during this time.

God can perfect things. That I know.

But I think because of reasonings A & B, we subject these ideas of ours to battery and abuse.

We abuse our perfect ideas by denying that we have mistakes/faults.

(Subconsciously knowing we are not perfect at all?--> therefore unable to completely accept the consequences of being wrong; or the wanting to suppress feelings that come from being wrong.)

Then again, because we are not perfect, our own judgements may be incorrect and extremely faulty... Because we do not know the truth of perfection.

God knows.

But we do not.



Much to think about.

I'm looking for you.

Across the lake, to the mountains and in the lavender-lit grey-time sky.

Beneath the benches of solitude.

In the trees.
In the trees.
In the trees.

Come and find me.

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Ricocheted.

It's not fair that all you've left me with are bare sentiments; fragments, even, of: friendship... of life... of love.

It's not fair that all I had known of bitterness had been released when I met you...
and now a piece of that new joy I found has been snapped back.

This new life I had discovered has been snapped back.

Like you took all the happiness I found... and decided to keep it for yourself.

I miss you.
I miss smiling because of your smile.
I miss knowing that there was always someone who was on my side, even if I was wrong.

You always had a way of telling me I was wrong, yet making me feel like I had the right idea.

You have no idea.


I miss having a friend. 


I really do.

And now all I do is drink tea and make pancakes look pretty.
Something's missing.

Maybe it's you.

Or maybe it's just the part of me that I lost along the way to life.

I could be doing so much more than sitting here blogging about how much I miss friendship.
I should be doing so much more than sitting here blogging about how much I miss friendship.

That's it.

Confessions of a Tea-oholic

Loose-leaf tea is the way to go. Never going back to tea bags.

I get my black tea from Sri Lanka-- bulk. :) Benefits of having family connections overseas, in some of the best tea capitals of the world.

If getting loose-leaf tea is hard to come by from wherever you're at, I highly recommend Dilmah tea bags.

:)

Go find yourself some healthy addictions !

#Tea #Tea #Tea !!!