'carpenter' is hebrew for...

sometimes i wonder...maybe i should stop there;o)....where to draw the line between 'token, good christian girl' and 'okay that's just stupid...'

maybe this isn't such a struggle for some, but for myself it has been a source of great contention recently.

case in point:

in an attempt to be more plugged in to the Christ-believing community around me, i have been doing my best to diligntly participate in the events of a small group on campus that calls themselves 'bastyr christian fellowship'

hmmmm.

sounds simple and good enough to me.

but still, i think maybe there is something wrong upstairs because so many times i feel like the poster child for the local chapter of does-not-play-well-with-others anonymous.

at our last meeting, all was progressing nicely. some made suggestions about meeting together with the intention of reading through some scripture passages on a regular basis, another offered her home for an evening of worship...and then it came. that moment when i squeezed my eyes together as a slightly nauseous feeling washed over me. i hoped this moment wasn't really happening in my precious little 'bcf' but in a very real moment a zealous and well intetioned (i'm sure) young man enthusiastically reported that he had finished designing the t-shirts for our club. so, in light of the wwjd craze, one might wonder if Jesus would've made t-shirts for all of His disciples to stylishly proclaim their affiliation. but i can appreciate that this is the 21st century and for some reason people really like to belong to stuff and when they do they really really like to have t-shirts and bumper stickers for their nalgenes and rubber braceletes to reinforce their belonging...just in case anyone didn't know.

but seriously, this is just a little too much for me...


















...uh


.......wait

did i miss something?

well, its high in antioxidants

to change one's thinking takes such a slight turn of the head -- just the slightest nod to reality and the truth will devistatingly rush in.

it is accepting the truth that can take the rest of our lives...like venti pomegranate frappucinos,

at 7:30 in the morning.

do people really believe those things are made with real fruit, or are they just choosing not to think of it?

fidelity

okay, i think i'm in love, well maybe its more like i have a new best friend and her name is regina spektor. of course i don't actually know her, but i am certain that if our paths ever crossed we would be dear friends ;o)
this week i decided music is truly the elixir of my soul...i have been sick. sick sick and more sick -- it seems like its been forever since i have not been sick. every day i use my neti and steam with eucalyptus and take my NAC and astragula root and echinacea. i've been eating miso soup for breakfast lunch and dinner, trying to sleep lots and be good to my body, but still, i'm just not...good.
i guess the paradox is that i am supposedly immersed in the quintessential sphere of healthy consciousness -- why isn't it rubbing off on me?!

i think i still have much to learn.

so all this time of being sick has left me feeling a little down and a little burned out...but there is something so refreshingly redeeming about showering your spirit with snapshots of beauty -- whether its sitting barefooted in the corner of a cozy coffee shop, curling up on the couch and watching a totally girlie movie with the roomate or (my fav) sitting with a cup of tea and soaking up the melodious notes of some creative musical genius ;o)

so that's the best i can do. amox - no gracias, i'll take regina for now.