"He is jealous for me

loves like a hurricane, i am a tree,

bending beneath the weight of

his wind and mercy.

When all of a sudden

I am unaware of these afflictions

eclipsed by glory

And I realize just how beautiful you are,

And how great your affections are for me.

If grace is an ocean, we're all sinking.

So Heaven meets earth like a sloppy wet kiss,

And my heart turns violently inside of my chest

I don't have time to maintain these regrets

When I think about the way He loves us."

the whole world is moving, and i am standing still.

i want the mountains and the ocean.

i want silence.

i want answers.

Love is here.

it's all so close and so far away, in the palm of my hand and slipping through my fingers and just beyond my grasp...

i just realized that i miss myself. it's time for a sabbatical. i am going to be in prayer about what that will entail. 

"Come to the treasure, you who search, and you'll search no more.

Come to the lover you who want and you'll want no more.

And all you who labor in vain and to the broken and shamed,

Love is here

Love is now

Love is pouring from his hands, from his brows

Love is near, it satisfies.

Streams of mercy flowing from his side

And to the bruised and fallen,

Captives, bound, and broken-hearted.

He is the Lord.

He is the Lord."

i feel a little lost today...

...so lost that i don't feel like using caps AT ALL (haha irony). i'm struggling to use puncuation. & by lost i mean i feel purpose-less and dysfunctional and totally non-productive, hence me typing a blog (confession: i periodically forget that i even have one & then suddenly remember it in times of desperate procrastinatio

n). speaking of lost...tonight is LOST's 100th episode! congratulations guys! i'm sorry i can't be there to partake, but i've actually lost count at this point of 

how many episodes i've missed this season. oops. 

so they just changed the music at portland brew from radiohead to some country rockabilly crap. ew. i was really feelin the radiohead. thanks portland brew people. 

i got a twitter account and love it. love it. love it. you don't have a twitter account, you say? well i say in response that you should either go live with the amish or catch up to the times. (confession: i didn't jump on the twitter bandwagon until a week ago.)

my grandmother got a facebook.

i rode my bike today and almost DIED. no a car didn't hit me and i didn't crash into a trash can or mailbox. i'm just THAT out of shape. neato.

i want to get donuts and coffee or a taco or burger and fries with lorelai and rory. they are my heroes right now. 

besides one melissa carter who is traveling the country for The Rescue. these people are so amazing for their passion and dedication. 

we have a dog, temporarily (or maybe forever...*fingers crossed*) until it's owner claims it. we've named her lucy for today, although her name is still a hot topic to be debated further. i'll let you know...

welp. it's movie-renting time. (someone PLEASE remind me to stop spending money at blockbuster and various coffee shops)

peace out, homies.

PS--if anyone wants to buy me a bonnaroo ticket, let me know! the closer june 11 comes, the sadder inside i get that i will not be attending. t

his photo captures what i'm missing out on (minus the drugs, of course) 

ohhh sigur ros...

i love them for this. it's sigur ros's drummer orri and his wife lukka. 

i don't feel like typing what they're doing so if you're interested go read about it here: sigur-ros.co.uk

and some quotes that may or may not have anything to do with each other or anything relevant to my life except that they intrigue me and/or make me laugh...

"whatever you do don't tell the maid. they tell their children and then their children grow up and rob you."

"oh what's that lucy? a football for me to kick?"

"but let the mind beware that though the flesh be bugged, the circumstances of existence are pretty glorious."

"if you're going to run, then run like hell."

"i'm a happy freakin computer"

note to self: listen to fanfarlo

look at jan saudek's photographs

buy the riceboy sleeps album (jul 20th!)

watch amelie and good will hunting

get a membership at the public library

until next time, stay classy nashville. over & out. 

it's heeeeeere

No blog post could ever, ever be worthy of my excitement. I have successfully purchased 3 tickets to a screening of "How To Be" at the Nashville Film Festival for me and my filmmaking buddies! What the crap? I'm seriously bursting at the seams to see this movie and now I'm going to! Just had to share. Now I've got to come up with some seriously legit questions to ask the director and actors who will also be in attendance. EEK! I CANNOT wait.

I LOVE EWE

I love making movies. I am convinced that it's what I'm supposed to do with my life.  What specific area I will be making money in, that I do not know (and hope and pray that it is a specific area that brings in a lot of income...teehee). BUT that's the fun part right now. Not being funded whatsoever and having to do every little bit of a project with a handful of people is exhilarating and I would not trade this experience for the world (or for an expensive film school for that matter).  I LOVE it. I want to make films every single day. I have withdrawals every day that I don't work on something.  It even makes me want to quit school for good and go for it (but not in the "i'm packing my life in my car moving to LA to become FAMOUS" kind of thing). I think I'll stay right here in Nashville.  There are some good people here who are aching to do the same things I am.  That is so incredibly exciting to me. Thinking about making movies makes me feel like a kid at Christmastime. 

That being said, I'm not sure why I haven't properly advertised this on my personal blog.  Probably because we already have a million websites which are seen only by maybe 3 pairs of eyes at most. However, for the off chance someone else reads my blog, go check these out for realz...

http://vimeo.com/loveewefilms

loveewefilms.wordpress.com

twitter.com/loveewefilms

I'm proud of my buds and I for actually making a freaking short film and for continuing to write even though we are often sorely tempted to wear snuggies (see below) and watch summer heights high instead. It's all part of the process though, I suppose.