B R A V E

I never applied the word brave to myself as a child.  If I was brave, I didn’t think of it as so. It wasn’t until I noticed the absence of bravery in my life that I realized I had bravery running in me, or used to at least. My freshman year of college I asked…

S T I L L N E S S

Back in January I wrote a blog post about the tug and pull my soul feels to live a nomadic and adventure filled life. Back in January my options for the summer still included but were not limited to an internship in Colorado or a summer camp in North Carolina. These things were appealing because the last…

G O O D

A few Sundays ago at church we talked about the concept of God being good. I sat through the service with my heart full of joy, having seen and received this goodness so many times in my own life. Had I heard this sermon a year ago, almost a year ago exactly, tears of bitterness would…

A D A P T A T I O N

A year ago today I  said “see ya later” to my best friend and former (soon to be again) roommate. As our sophomore year of college was ending our junior year would begin with adventures for the both of us. I spent the fall semester roaming the wilderness and Kendall is currently spending her spring semester…

Project 365: Weeks 15&16

So, after this two weeks it would be more appropriate to rename this Project 363, as I missed two days. Wups. I can’t remember what was going on 9 and 12 April, but it was either something that got in the way of me remembering to snap a photo or something I was too into…

V O I C E

Recently I applied for a scholarship through the Supervisor of Elections (SOE)  in the county I live in. This scholarship had several normal requirements; I needed to have a certain GPA, be a student at a university in Florida, and obtain two letters of recommendation, among other things. However, there was one slightly abnormal requirement:…

T H I N G S G R E A T E R

Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about not being home. Probably because I haven’t been home in a while. I wouldn’t exactly call myself a nomad, but I’m decidedly not stationary either. From living at college, to working at summer camp, to wilderness wanderings, and northbound roadtrips I haven’t been home consistently for nearly 6…

Words

Words have immense power. Words tell stories- of Pain Bitterness Fear Struggles. Over the summer I participated in something called a cardboard testimony.  The idea behind this is you write on one side of the cardboard something you struggled with or something that hurt you or kept you away from God, and then on the…

Summer Camp

I have been home from a summer camp job for a little less than a week now. In thinking of my experiences I decided a blog post would be in order. I wanted to talk about the simplicity of camp, but then I realized it’s really not that simple. We sit in the sun and swim…

Human

Why are we so afraid to let our hair be frizzy? Leave our pimples uncovered, risk getting an answer wrong, admit our mistakes? Why are we so afraid to trip occasionally or snort when we laugh? Why is it so wrong to cry and not hold everything in? Why are we so afraid to acknowledge…

Green

  I bought this bracelet because $1 of it went to the Depression and Bipolar Support Alliance. And I liked it- nice organic green and cream colors; earthy, natural, me. I don’t know why its green maybe because green means g r o w t h. And I like that too, because a depression is…

Who Are You?

You are more than your feelings You are more than your relationship status (single or not) You are more than your lack of motivation You are more than the Magazine Design midterm you bombed You are more than a number on a scale You are more than pimples on your face You are more than…