God bless baby sisters

I keep this hidden in my daunting collection of notebooks... re-hiding again after every time I read it... because I can't say the feeling it gives me to find it.

Picture a rumpled sheet of torn-out note paper, with the nicest big & squiggly 10-year-old handwriting, punctuated by scratch-outs and mess-ups and mostly love.

Christiana Alycianne's Storytelers License

I Michaelana Betheny W grant Christiana this license wich grant her the ability to stretch the truth in story and ambellish to so long as it serves the purpose of Truth and Imaginatina.

Presiom [Permission] x ____Michaela______

Person to give to x_______Christiana______

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She has one too, now, and I have one and you have one and one day we will all compose our stories, pen our adventures, and draw our dreams; may we send them to a weeping world so they may, if only once, love and laugh and dance in wonderment with us.

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Dvorak once said, "Mozart is sweet sunshine."

I always thought so too.

Not so bad

It's not so bad being sick when you can answer "I drank it all" to the question of where all the peppermint tea went and can take naps a lot while wearing your Mum's warm sweater that smells like her.

She feels your forehead and says, "I wish you felt better" and then, right then, you do.

only hope

Only Hope, by Jon Foreman of Switchfoot
A song running through and through my head today.
Maybe someday it will stand still, take hold, and become me
For now I love this peace

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There's a song that's inside of my soul

It's the one that I've tried to write over and over again

I'm awake in the infinite cold
But You sing to me over and over again

So I lay my head back down
And I lift my hands
and pray to be only Yours
I pray to be only Yours
I know now you're my only hope

Sing to me the song of the stars
Of Your galaxy dancing and laughing
and laughing again
When it feels like my dreams are so far
Sing to me of the plans that You have for me over again

And I lay my head back down
And I lift my hands and pray
To be only yours
I pray to be only yours
I know now you're my only hope

I give You my apathy
I'm giving You all of me
I want Your symphony
Singing in all that I am

At the top of my lungs I'm giving it back


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Dreaming in December far away from Winter Blues

Writing to the point of carpal tunnel, then cutting up half what I wrote into little pieces whilst listening to every CD I own at least twice through, then cleaning everything and drinking numerous cups of tea and reading until I fall asleep... tomorrow will be better.

And just look what came in the mail!!!! Spring came!!!!!!!

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People ask me what I do in winter when there’s no baseball. I’ll tell you what I do. I stare out the window and wait for spring.

Rogers Hornsby

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Wrestling with God

At some unsleeping times of moonlit nights, there are moments when I realize there is nothing more true than something the late and wise Bryn Jones once said:

"You know it's God when you say 'Shut up!'
and it keeps right on talking."

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While it lasts

The falling leaves drift by the window,
the autumn leaves of red and gold

the days grow long and soon I'll hear
Old winter's song

Johnny Mercer

E.P. - 19 yrs old - '06

I would gift wrap all the presents
friendly things the world it has
if I could.

Even to send a folded thought
an envelope that holds
a wish for you

is what I wish.

Where could I send it?

But perhaps I can smile a smile
and hug a hug.
I'll send them off,
and they will know exactly where to go
to find you and tell you
my wish:

That you always see light
and are loved as you love.
And never looking back,
never forget.

Hold onto His hand
and hold onto his.
And in case you ever need it
mine's always here too.

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Happy birthday, L
Times find me wishing I was there or you were here,
Love always,
Christina

leaf angels

We made leaf angels first but the wind erased them.
So we gathered all the leaves and jumped in them and grinned and then to leave them as we found them
picked them up and
1
2
3
TOSS UP!!

Birthday

A rain had fallen from some warmer region in the skies when the cold here below was intense to and extreme. Every drop was frozen wherever it fell in the trees, and clung to the limbs and sprigs as it it had been fastened by hooks of steel. The earth was never more universally covered with snow, and the rain had frozen upon a crust on the surface which shone with the brightness of burnished silver. The icicles on every sprig glowed in all the luster of diamonds. Every tree was a chandelier of cut glass. I have seen a queen of France with 18 millions of livres of diamonds upon her person and I declare that all the charms of her face and figure added to all the glitter of her jewels did not make an impression on me equal to that presented by every shrub. The whole world was glittering with precious stones.
- on an ice storm that resulted in the loss of his prized fruit trees,
John Adams
born October 30, 1735