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much love,
britta


1.24.2009

glimpses of me: an entirely random amalgamation of thoughts


i have perpetually cold extremities. therefore i love hot tea and moving my body to keep from being cold. i'm in the process of determining whether or not this is the result of anemia or simply all my energy and blood is swirling around in my heart and my mind lately and there has been little excess warmth to spread to those less 'significant' body parts.

i have recently become entirely too obsessed with almonds. pure unadulterated and chunky almond butter makes my mouth water even at sight of the jar. raw, non pasturized almonds, maybe mixed with a few cranberries or a bite of a perfect green apple. roasted almonds. sliced almonds, perhaps sprinkled over a salad or a fresh batch of cookies. almond based trail mix. almond milk. almond scented candles and body lotion.

i realize that there has been lately a constant stream of dreams, questions, dizzying emotions and thoughts running about my mind, buzzing up and down my spine, swirling in the very deepest of soul-corners. many of these thoughts have no particular logical coordination nor do they emphasize the need for outward expression, but i find that a good bunch of them are hardly coincidental, given the fact that i'm 21, graduating collge in 14 weeks, yearning to do good in the world and love God. in the grand scheme of life, all of these are good things, beautiful things, perfect things. in the more intimate reality of my self and my life often i find myself internally shouting at the top of my lungs trying to find some direction, trying to make sense of things and produce a creative outpouring of expression that could adequately purvey these thoughts... more and more it becomes an even bigger project, a perpetual and exponential game which i cannot escape. and yet even descartes claimed that to stop thinking is to stop existing...

i am unbelievably blessed and take my state of being for granted nearly every day. i know the god of the universe who loves me. he makes it clear every day with every gorgeous bit of nature, every soft tug on my heart. i have amazing friends, family and support. i am healthy, i have a home to call my own, i am a student, i have the awareness that the universe is all too grand for me to comprehend and that my small perspective on life is so limited, even if i presume the most open mind, but i am so willing to learn, to change, to love, to make decisions and to take action. i have clean underwear to wear everyday and access to really anything i could need.

i am me. just as i am in this very moment. i like who i am. i love where i've been and i'm excited for where im going, confident that the Lord will use me and bless me wherever that ends up being or wtith whomever or pursuing whatever.

1.19.2009

desert camping part one


















there's a certain sense of hopelessness in the midst of the debilitating despair that so often people get trapped in. the sense that life somehow cannot go on, that all the pain and pressure and hurt and heaving of the earth, of humanity, is too great to endure...

and yet in the most brutal landscape, the desert, in the very thick of what seems desolate, dry, void of life...
it happens. life sprouts up all around us. plants will find their way to the endure through the scorching heat. creatures will find their nourishment. water will somehow seep into the small cracks of earth giving energy to every atom, every seed, every thirsty tree.

life is tenacious. in the desert, the plants and creatures, and people even, will survive. there is a will to survive. and if you look close enough, its not actually that desolate. there is a rugged beauty that exudes from the miles of open space, light and dark colorful hues that compose the soil, extreme dichotomies of sky and earth, peak and valley, shape and emptiness.

i think i'll spend more time in the desert. there's so much exploring to be done, so many campfires to enjoy, silly amalgamations of raw food to consume, so many starry skies to captivate me by...

1.09.2009

life in hillcrest

the new year passed for me in Colorado amongst close friends and family, with snow and champagne cascading down all around me...a somewhat quiet semblance of gold and grenadine that cast out 2008 and showered in the promises and hopes of 2009...

moving off point loma's campus could have been one of the best decision's i've made this year,
keeping in mind that only 8 days have passed this year, this is a largely relative statement.
i've moved to a little neighborhood called Hillcrest, where the restaurants, small businesses,
dog walkers, farmers market's and social butterflies are thriving.

i live with my best friend Megg and two other lovely ladies. We have a great house, lots of roome to dance and cook and play and write music and be comfortable, be hospitable, be the true windblown, earthy, creative gypsies we are.

Life here, especially this last week not having school or any big obligations besides my yoga and various lunch appointments with friends and little birds, is simple. i walk to the gym. i walk to the grocery store. the post office is just up the street, right next to the fresh flower guy, just across from my favorite thai restaurant, which is just a stone's throw away from balboa park where i can go play frisbee, run, take a nap, visit a museum, paint, get lost in the gardens or make friends with the elder members of the grass bowling club.

you see, hillcrest is so unique. besides the overly obvious and flaunted homosexual population here, the hillcrest neighborhood is funky. the streets are funky and full of flare. the houses are funky, old but contemporary. the people are funky, so many perosonalities, so many stories, so many different vibes being cast around during the day as you waltz down the street.

i suppose i fit pretty well here, keeping in mind my own funky, awkward, delicate, curious nature and lifestyle. i'm have high hopes for this place, the space Megg and I have created in our home, the adventures and people i will meet here, the challenges of living independently, the beauty of being in a 'real' neighborhood and the consistent pursuit of living out my desire to be Christlike, a good steward of God's love and provision... to love others and take responsibility for those around me, for myself, for my earth...

so here's a few blinks of life in hillcrest for you to try and piece together and stay on the journey with me... cheers to the new year