Daily Blessings

First came the glorious pack of discount colored pens. Felt tip. Vibrant by nature. Mmmm satisfaction.
I was blending and swirling ink as soon as I got the chance.

20150209-143550.jpgNext came a gift from my favorite person:
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THE DAILY SKETCH JOURNAL. I like journals… and sketches. I like them daily.
Needless to say, I kissed my favorite person a lot that day. Then again, I kiss him a lot everyday.
And now here I am, pen in hand, sketching away. I love lines that are bold. Thick. Black. Unflinching. I also like cute owls and girly designs…. So here’s day 1 & 2:
20150209-143537.jpgIt’s amazing what a blessing it is to add ink to paper. My mother used to tell me to count my blessing when I was sad, or homesick, or simply needed something nice to think about as I fell asleep. Pretty much, I was encouraged to always count my blessings.  There are far too many to count, but for now, I’ll name just a few:

Paper, pens, love and a boy who encourages me to take hold of these blessings daily.

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Charcoal Squids

Drew up a quick design for the Charcoal Squids.

“We’re a four piece indie band based out of Moscow, Idaho. Hearty folk influences and nautical amounts of passion. Classic Pacific Northwest noise.”

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Check them out at:
Facebook.com/charcoalsquids

~ w e a k n e s s ~

 

I would rather be kind to you at your worst, than think it is my place to judge when you deserve my kindness.

I would rather care for you when you do not care for me, than think for a moment that your worth is determined by your thoughts towards me.

I would rather give to you when you have already taken from me, than only give when I am given something in return.

I would rather look like a fool for helping those who hurt me, than look strong for refusing their needs.

I would rather lose every battle and come in last in every race, than surrender to the thought that I must love less to gain more.

The indifferent are filled with power of self.
I am too weak for indifference.
And so I will rejoice in my weakness.

Rain of blessings

 

 

To Hands Who Hurt

Shattered

Arms length doesn’t mean you get to

break my bones to get closer to me.

Have you ever felt your neck

pop as your head hits the floor?

One kiss doesn’t mean you get to

rip out every breath that I breath.

Have you ever felt your spine

ache from all the nights before?

Silence isn’t yes when

I’m afraid to tell you no.

Have you ever missed another hurt

who hurt less than today?

“I don’t want you” isn’t code for

“Never let me go.”

Have you ever felt another’s sin

and shouldered all the shame?