intuition inn

if something is poetry in itself, does putting words to it make it - found?

here's another paradox:
you can carry words everywhere with you - and it carries you everywhere with it



i used to lie in my mum's car as she drove down Thomson road (which used to be full of trees, tons and tons of it, and whenever i tried to read in the car shards of light that flicked across the page stopped me. now there is sky where it used to be) watching the trees branch out, the leaves find their space in the sky, branches spread all over like an interweb where no leaf is untouched by the light. trees are such incredibly beautiful beings, trunks filled with memories - spent a lot of travel time yesterday just looking at the trees along amk and in my head: i want to be like a tree / trusting in the Father to keep me strong

trust - i will trust you with my thoughts more, more so will i trust You. recently God has been showing me miracles and strength and how in this big world i am so very small, my canvas so little, two inches wide which i work with so fine a brush. so much comfort in the knowing that the sky holds promise and new surprises each and every single day : ))

conversation - been listening to friends and hopefully giving them the right arm for support. it is amazing to think what worlds people have in them and to get a peek yourself - long talk with xuan at tea party and we both agree that the interactive element of art is the best part of it, the same question, song, dance, and it pulls at different strings in different people and awakens vastly different feelings and memories.

it is equally as amazing when someone opens up a hand and you look over only to find your very same fears, tears, joy, passion in it. it strengthens you in ways.

and here's a song of victory for all occasions - give it a listen and let His love fill your heart friend : )