Whoa. I know, it’s been almost a month since I last wrote. I still plan on continuing, but I’ve been working between 60-70 hours a week, and believe me, it’s not cause I want to. I plan on getting back to earth sometime soon; there are a lot of people I miss here.
-erfon
Life is a conundrum, at least, that’s how it feels. Somedays, it’s a long summer stretch in the shade, but sometimes, it’s a storm with waves that topple me. You never can tell when a storm is coming or going. Life is so hard sometimes…
-erfon
This is crazy. Who would have thought that spam on a blog would be a problem? I certainly didn’t when I started. I am now deleting about 40 spam comment posts a day. “Great site! I really like your stuff! Go to www.nakedgirls.com or see blahblahblah.com for some crap!”
Thank you wordpress community for creating such an easy-to-use, accurate spam filter.
-erfon
I’ve always had a problem with duality and duplicity. Both make me utterly sick to my stomach. I’m me, and that’s it. There is no double speak or deception. I’m not perfect, but I expect the same from my friends and in my relationships.
-erfon
You don’t know how many times I wish I had my laptop while in Vegas. I had an amazing time… Vegas was so much fun, I really would like to go back again (I’ll see you soon Puma store)!
I’ll be posting some funny stories and pictures from my trip… and believe me, you’ll want to stay tuned!!!
-erfon
Christmas, Thanksgiving, Valentine’s Day –they’re all the same. To me, all holidays hold a lens that magnifies my heart. Let me elaborate…
Ever have a few drinks? Come on now, sure you have… It’s great. What about drinks when life has been going really well? Maybe you got a new job or a new beau; maybe you’ve bought your first house; You’re sitting on your new empty living room floor, the moon is coming in through your artsy curtains; and with a long slow exhale, you feel it… Your heart is glad. Life is a laugh, and a little alchohol is only making it better. Your smile is deep and wide. In those moments, life is a shady day, the sun never setting under the blues of the sky. Everything is just as it should be.
Ever have a drink when life is hard? It seems like the more blurry your eyes get, the more your heart confesses that life is broken. No drink helps. The sparkle of glitter and lights only a reminder; people are happy, and they don’t care that your lips can’t remember a smile. Your heart is all the more empty.
During the holidays, for better or for worse, life is a lens. Like a drink or four, these days make life all the better… or all the worse.
-erfon
Well, winter is on the way. The air is getting cold and heavy. There are no more flip-flops, no more shorts. No more couples laughing in the park, no more long sunny rides on my bike… at least for a little while.
I don’t know why, but God designed all to live in seasons. As I see lonely brown leaves swinging from naked branches, I am reminded that changing seasons is part of being alive. Each season’s end brings another season’s beginning, but there is always the transition period where the two seasons mix, and if you’re lucky, you can catch it.
I’m there. Everyday, I walk campus with wondering eyes. I’m so ready to leave this place, but as my last days here approach me on my horizon, I have a bittersweet heart. Saying goodbye is hard, and in me is sorrow mixed with the excitement of the new to come.
I move into my new season fully aware that like these withering days of fall, my time here is ending. Gently, I am being moved forward, and I am glad for the patience of the slow move; the end is precious, each moment full of life. God is teaching me the beauty of change. He allows me to walk along, red brick buildings here and there; I am sad, but in me I feel my life. He’s with me, and I know that although every season ends, God doesn’t. He’s with me. He’s here. We’ll do this together. amen.
-erfon
Most days I am ready to watch bellingham grow small in my rearview mirror, but each day, God reveals to me a little more why I am still here.
Falls in Bellingham are hard to beat. I’ve been to some of the US and have traveled western europe; there’s no competition yet.
Today was a crisp, cool day. The leaves have lost most of their orange now, and all that is left are yellows mixed with clouds and bright blue skies. I must have said it ten times, but today was a great day to be outside.
There has always been something about fall that is nostalgic to me. Scents seem intensified; I walk through an air of wood smoke, leaves, decay, rain; and for some reason, it makes me thoughtful. I often find myself lost in a thought.
I frequent a few lesser known parks in the area, escaping to them as often as I can. In the solitude of the fall air, as leaves fall gently from the trees, I walk, I think, I feel, and I pray; I make my peace with God. He knows my heart, and so for a day, he sets free my imagination, and for those moments, I am happy. I stroll along with a swing in my step, a small smile on my face, and I take in his creation. amen.
-erfon
I’ve heard the addage; a picture is worth a thousand words… yeah, it can be, but in some cases, that is an unfaithful calculation.
Today I saw pictures that can’t be transcribed; they burned into me in a way no words could.
-erfon