Vana...and...

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

2011-12-15T08:04:00.000-08:00

It happened. Just when you think it's safe for a snowman to come inside, the latest Pinterest inspiration for my friend Grace came to fruition. The evening began with a massage after work, which led to dinner courtesy of a restaurant owner who was flirting with us a few months back, and then baking, sharing, loving life together until about 11pm. I need more sleep, but I'm grateful I'm not saying I need more social interaction and friends I adore.

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

2011-12-15T07:29:00.000-08:00

Tonight was just one of those nights that called for warmth and a good night of sleep. Outside, there was frost forming on my Jeep and the warmth coming out of the vents in my little cottage was just not sufficient. Tempted to just huddle under my nearly 10 pound comforter, I opted for some slightly more therapeutic relief. Reading by candle light did just the thing......well, that, and adding hot water every 5 minutes.

Monday, December 12, 2011

2011-12-13T12:13:00.000-08:00

What a gift my youngest friend is to my life. Tonight was dinner and hours of conversation with a run to the grocery store in the mix. She inspires me in so many ways and her journaling is just one. This weekend she went to the Denver Art Museum with her art teacher from high school last year and found herself encouraged. In her artistic and beautiful journal she wrote the words she found in the fusion of art and word. Not her own words, but those of the artist, none the less inspiring. "your gnarled branches always withstand thunder and storm you wake up when spring touches the soil. Who dares to challenge the enduring strength f your generation? You remain green and vibrant through drought and quake." And the second on a piece that was set to portray rural China just before the Japanese invasion. "When I thought about this illusion (peaceful image:happy life) again, I tried to trace it with my paint brush. Alas! How could peace be hoped for? If I rely on my paintbrush could achieve this purpose. but, I regret that drawing a pancake will not satisfy a hungry stomach."

Sunday, December 11, 2011

2011-12-13T12:02:00.000-08:00

Precious cargo on the drive back to Colorado Springs from Buena Vista left me with rich smells and blessed thoughts. Icing on the wedding topper of the cake was only overpowered by the fragrance of the roses riding shotgun in the sunshine. Flowers symbolic of the celebratory weekend and a cake topper symbolic of all that the couple will encounter for the next year. (and then take one bite and toss it) Today on this drive, I am grateful for the experiences that have come to me living in Colorado, the people I've met, the people I will meet, and all that the Lord has done to redeem our stories.

Saturday, December 10, 2011

2011-12-13T11:50:00.000-08:00

Yes, they're both as good looking as the picture implies. A person reaches a certain point in life where they've been to their fair share of weddings. This was truly a special wedding and a special weekend for Taylor and Megan that did so much to reflect their genuine love for each other and the Lord. From the grandfather snapping pictures during the foot washing to small cousins rallying the even smaller ones to makes things easier as a family, it was a glorious weekend. There's something about an expanded rehearsal dinner that allows for conversations and toasts that would otherwise go unheard and unsaid. Here's to the marriage after the wedding.

Friday, December 9, 2011

2011-12-13T11:30:00.000-08:00

There is just something about a destination wedding that unifies not only the bride and the groom, but all who are in attendance for the weekend. I liken it to going on a vacation that involves getting to know new people...such as a backpacking trip or a live-aboard dive trip....and you have no choice but to get to know those around you and it ends up enriching your shared experience. And what would a wedding weekend be without throwing in a baptism. Anything less might be a waste of the father of the groom's seminary education. (okay not really, he's put that puppy to good use) None the less, Taylor was baptised on Friday afternoon between decorating tables and the run through of the ceremony. Here you see his wise old man reading scripture as he smirks and winks at his bride. Blessed weekend already.

Thursday, December 8, 2011

2011-12-12T09:46:00.000-08:00

Today is my friend's birthday. He is not a creep, he just knows how to make himself look like one for dramatic effect. There are many people that you meet in life and think they are great people but then never really follow through on a friendship. Jason is not one of those people. He is all about consistency and follow through. Right around the time I broke my leg (yeah, this blog missed that several months ago) he became an incredible loyal friend who happens to live 3 blocks away. He's not a regularly integrated part of the week.....inviting friends over for dinner because he cannot finish an entire roast but loves to cook....making lattes for friends just so he can make good use of his espresso machine....and sharing with us ladies the whoas and woes of dating. I've got nothing but love for you J, even when you take pictures like this.

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

2011-12-08T08:52:00.000-08:00

On nights where I end up working late, it's the little things that matter. It's the shows I watch on my second screen (the only thing I really use my second computer screen for) and the love of my boss' wife in the Christmas plant she has set on my desk. With a wedding this weekend.....centerpieces were practiced in advance and one of them landed themselves on my counter top. Here's to enjoying the small things.

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

2011-12-08T08:36:00.000-08:00

These ladies, even in a matter of months, have inspired me to live more fully. Artistically, spiritually, and deeply. Though we technically only meet for small group every three weeks, we are averaging seeing one another every 8 days or so. Its hard to have too much of a good thing when its community and the presence of Jesus. Tonight: candlelit dinner, a clothing exchange with the remains going to charity, and bringing toiletries for Younglives club Christmas. So abundant....we laughed until 11pm on a work night and curled up in conversation on my bed like we were in college again.

Monday, December 5, 2011

2011-12-08T08:29:00.000-08:00

Subconsciously, I've been wanting to experiment more with different foods and recipes and ingredients. Then my landlords/friends who let me rent their cottage went vegan. Cold turkey. Actually, cold tofu. Tomorrow is my small groups' Christmas party and I'm hosing. Luckily, there is a vegetarian in the mix (I like to call her a kindatarian because she cheats and craves meat) but none the less, a great reason to get creative. This might be my new favorite dish that will be made over and over again. Quiona stuffed bell peppers, my family better get ready to try these over Christmas.

Sunday, December 3, 2011

2011-12-05T12:55:00.000-08:00

Happy Greenhouse Christmas. The bible study I'm in that is affiliated with First Pres Colorado Spring's had their Christmas party last night. The dinner assignment: talk with someone outside your normal circle of friends or housemates and then switch for dessert. "Uncle Cliff" might be quoted as saying "ask all those obtrusive personal questions and don't hold back." That sounds like Christmas to me. Just as everyone filled their plates with the snow falling outside, the power went out. Candles everywhere lit our dinner for the next hour. It led me to think that I just might host my next dinner by candlelight. I"m not kidding.

Saturday, December 3, 2011

2011-12-05T12:49:00.000-08:00

Hanukkah is....the festival of lights. Instead of one day of presents...eight crazy nights. Tonight was a crazy night indeed. Crazy that we headed out in15 degree weather. Crazy with our gourmet hot chocolate in hand. Crazy that we walked to the parade and then to a local brew place afterward (which added about a mile to our round trip.) Crazy dancing at my house with the Kinect afterward. Crazy enough that the last guests went home at about 1:30pm. I love light parades, it makes me feel like I'm at Disney's Spectro Magic parade.

Friday, December 2, 2011

2011-12-05T12:40:00.000-08:00

You might say it was a holiday Friday night, the kind you want to have and it never seems to happen just so. Working late on a snowy evening and meeting up with a new friend who is the kind of company that makes you want to be a better person. At the suggestion of decorating the tree beyond the gleaming lights, a run to Target takes two hours because the car just steered itself toward a local ice cream joint. An hour of conversation about things you cannot even remember leads back home for the commencement of decoration. Elf in the DVD player and a glass of wine to keep me warm. Happy Holidays from my little Christmas tree and the homemade tree skirt (thanks mom.)

What's that you say?

2011-12-05T12:32:00.000-08:00

What's that you say? This is a sorry excuse for a blog? I know. :)

Thursday, September 29, 2011

2011-10-05T07:28:00.000-07:00

Changes are always present. Joy is found when you look for it. Simplicity, well, by God's grace alone, I'm working on it. No part of me is apologetic for not writing since April. I like doing this, but I also really like the life I've lived in the meantime. However, in a new season of life, with a new job, and some transition, I realize how much I enjoy some reflection and snapshots of my life to communicate a bit to a few people I love. (All of that, and anticipating being with the Fitz fam with their four boys makes me want to develop a habit of remembering and documenting.)

So here it is. My new cube. Simple for now and I like it that way. I am no longer Training Coordinator. I am serving as the Latin American Regional Admin under a guy named Dan. I start Tuesday.

Sunday, April 10, 2011

2011-05-26T10:10:00.000-07:00

Guess who traded out their sectional for nearly new leather couches? A while back when we were having a cookout at our friend Thomas' house, he was talking about all the things he'd planned to get rid of before moving back to Texas. (we're sad about that for the record) I complemented the couches unrelated to the conversation of selling things and he offered them to me for $600. Not bad. I do like the sectional I picked out years ago when moving into my first apartment, but to be honest, after it being broken by a roommate in less than ideal living circumstances, there's just this less-than-amazing connotation I have of it. Don't get me wrong, the sectional looks great, but you know, out with the old, in with the new....especially when one of the ladies who's lived on the couch in the past offers to buy it from me. This was a great $200 upgrade option and I"m grateful for a new reason to get painting in the living room. Despite the classy shine and elegant deep colors, the living room is looking a little more like a cigar bar than a girls living room, especially with spring on its way. Roller up!

Saturday, April 9, 2011

2011-05-26T09:44:00.000-07:00

Did I not tell you that I got a tatt? I mean, it was only a matter of time, right? Given my personality? Actually, I like tattoos, but I'm way to picky about the design elements of the actual art that I'd never be satisfied with it on my body forever, that's probably the only thing keeping me from getting inked. That, and it would take one tattoo to push me over the edge to get a sleeve. Just saying. Didn't see that one coming, did you? So this glittery skull happened to me, yes, happened to me, at the gym yesterday morning. There is a team being put together for a Tough Mudder race and someone wanted to show the owner the way they could make a logo of the gym to be a tattoo for everyone to have during the race. I made the mistake of letting Mark, the owner who I just love, pick the design and color. This sucker won't come off for another three weeks, yep. Three weeks let me experience the full remorse that I'd feel if I got the real thing.

Friday, April 8, 2011

2011-05-24T20:34:00.000-07:00

Some friends moved into their first house today. It is a sign of life stages changing when I realize I"m moving friends into houses they own rather than houses they're renting. I wanted a few pictures of the day because I know memories of a moving day is the last thing I"m thinking off between all the boxes. This fire place will look so differently in just a matter of days. Love new seasons for people I care about.

Thursday, April 7, 2011

2011-05-24T20:29:00.000-07:00

Georgia early this week, painting last night, and rearranging everything in the living room this week in order to receive new couches and get rid of my sectional. This is the mid-week process that will lead to better things. Should I wait to start painting?

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

2011-05-24T20:24:00.000-07:00

I couldn't tell you the last time I painted. I couldn't tell you the last time I did much art for that matter. Driving home from the airport, I had the temptation. I was equipped for the evening with a tarp on the kitchen floor, a glass of wine, and a canvas I'd kept in the plastic for over two years (Thanks Beil for the thoughtful birthday present, really.)

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

2011-05-24T19:57:00.000-07:00

On the way home from Augusta, Ali and Alex took me by the Old Sheldon Church. Let's just say it was a time I wish I owned a Nikon D5000 or something like it. Pictures galore here, and I"m not just sensing it because I spent the day with Caroline yesterday. Check out the link. Basically, it was built about 400 years ago and burned down in the Revolutionary War. Then it was rebuilt, then it was burned down again during the Civil War. It's beautiful now.

Monday, April 4, 2011

2011-05-24T19:24:00.000-07:00

Best day ever. Golf, immaculate landscaping, years of history, Bubba Watson, and watching the pros skip golf balls over a lake and up onto the green. Masters Golf Tournament practice rounds are where it's at. As if I planned it, even though I didn't, the group who went together today felt like an all-star team of storts. Sorry you didn't make the cut, but hopefully this will not be the last chance I have to go to practice rounds. First up, Mark and Caroline. They're that couple that you want to be your couple best friends. They know the line between fun and crazy fun and surpass both on a regular basis. Mark is the Guest Services Coordinator at Sharptop Cove in Georgia. He and I worked together at Frontier Ranch and could appreciate all the small touches of pine straw around trees, the flow of concessions lines, and bags around sandwiches that are green to blend in with grass if the wind happens to whip one out of a patron's hand. Caroline, his wife and amazing compliment is a professional photographer....needless to say we have some nice shots of the day. Oh, and she can Bubba with the best of them. I love her enthusiasm and shared desire to cross the line for an adventure and memory. Ali and Alex are the other duo. Ali shares my innocence and new comer enthusiasm for the course and the day. She started caring about golf because someone she loves cares about golf....that's how I was roped in as well. And finally, Alex, our golf pro extraordinaire, literally. I only had four tickets and yet five of us went because he's actually a golf pro. Every few minutes we were asking....hey Alex, what was this like an Pinehurst? What was this like at Medina? What was it like at Muirfield? If you know golf, those last three sentences made sense. Here's a legendary day. Cheers.

Sunday, April 3, 2011

2011-05-24T19:13:00.000-07:00

Beach time is a regular thing in South Carolina. After church and a lunch in the sunshine....my friends who spend most of their time loving on high school students got text messages reading "you know you have nothing better to do....we're at the beach, come hang out and bring a frisbee." So we went to spend more time with these teenagers who my two friends on Young Life staff love so selflessly. Funny how the beach and my run along the water this morning still didn't end up being the best thing in the day.

Saturday, April 2, 2011

2011-05-24T19:11:00.000-07:00

Part of my job means getting to hear amazing stories of the redemption Young Life staff are witness to in the lives of the teenagers they love. Little did I know when I was having a conversation at New Staff Training in January with a young couple that finding out they were from Beaufort, South Carolina would not be the end of the excitement and relationship. See, not only does my mom love Beaufort, a small island town just outside of Hilton Head, but this couple happens to love golf and live within driving distance of Augusta. As they picked me up from the airport, I got to hear about Mark. This is Mark and this is the story of a young couple who have loved him, been unconditional with him even though his fits of anger and adjusting to a different life after escaping a gang and life of buying and selling. He cries, he loves Jesus, and he can hardly comprehend how much his heart has changed in the past few months. All because he had a cousin who is a Young Life leader, was willing to take him in from across the country, and introduced him to my friend who is on Young Life staff in Beaufort, South Carolina. Pretty remarkable. I loved the opportunity to call him friend by the end of the weekend.

Friday, April 1, 2011

2011-05-24T19:00:00.000-07:00

Augusta, here I come! I could not be more excited to be flying to South Carolina tonight to stay with friends before going to the Masters practice rounds this weekend. This picture happens to be the one that I sent to them right before leaving the office. You may or may not see this blue checkered dress again over the weekend, I wanted to try it out for comfort today. Here's to once in a lifetime experiences and checking another to do off my life list.

Thursday, March 31, 2011

2011-05-24T18:51:00.000-07:00

While shopping at the ARC (thrift store) for my favorite 18 year old friend, I picked up this delightful travel bag. Some people have a thing for shoes, some have a thing for jewelry, (my mom has a thing for dishes) and I seem to have a thing for bags. I need to consciously make a decision to not buy more or inherit more, etc. This old Samsonite leather bag in a mustard color was irresistible for $9, after all, it's a proven brand. Here's to travel cases and a good brand with a delightful movie quote attached to it.

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

2011-05-24T18:48:00.000-07:00

So I drink a lot of water. I'm supposed to. It just seems that this water bottle of mine gets more attention than I'd choose for it to get. 80 ounces is a lot of water, but it keeps me hydrated. A friend of mine in college had a jug like this and we made fun of her, but now the tables have turned. Seriously, why are you reading this:? :)

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

2011-03-31T13:40:00.000-07:00

What I wouldn't give to have my great friend Kristen fly out to Colorado with both of her twins in order to attend a wedding of another wonderful friend. The only stipulation is that this wonder-of-a-mother would fly with twins on her own. Since their birth that came a month early, this woman has daily depended on God which I think we would mostly agree is a super good thing. So we're depending on God for an empty seat on an airplane on April 29, 2011, m'kay? In the event that a seat is not empty, I thought some backup plans were needed. Here you see the study of mothers and babies on planes from above. On a side note: I'd someday like to design stationary, but it's way more fun when it is personalized. (Kristen, if you're reading this, the card is in the mail.)

Monday, March 28, 2011

2011-03-29T12:11:00.000-07:00

Frederick Buechner once said "If it seems like a childish thing to do, do it in remembrance that you are a child." Maybe he said it multiple times, because I know a lot of kids who repeat themselves, but the quote still holds its ground. You may think I'm talking about the above model being childish, but I"m referring to the New Testament and Greek professor who made her the paper grass skirt. Lindy here does an abundance of things for the Fuller Seminary campus in Colorado Springs, one of them being printing out name tags for professors like Dave (the designer) who still call her Lindsey on occasion. Professor Dave was a little too proud and learn-ed of his students to give them name tags for his reference. As a result, he went to shred them, all of them, at once. Thus, Lindy's skirt that she wore around for the rest of the day for good measure. Sometimes it's the smartest people who know how to play the most, just saying. Dave can also be seen playing with stuffed animals that fly, keeps an arsenal of Nerf guns under his desk, next to his lexicons, and has been known to be the #1 person who visits my desk when I am in possession of snacks in the candy jar.

Sunday, March 27, 2011

2011-03-29T11:50:00.000-07:00

Today ended feeling like I'd been back to Illinois for several days with family and restoration. To be with these college friends again just blew me away at how well we loved and knew one another.....how well we love one another and know one another still. It was such a special time in our lives and we shared life and did ministry together. Jared came out for his spring break (we miss his wife!) and the three/four of us who ended up in CO made the drives to be together. The day consisted of hardly any plans because we know from experience that the best memories we've created have emerged from the lack thereof. Though spank ball and nut tennis were not played, we did have some quality pile-ons. Quality hikes that ended up being three times the mileage we expected were hiked. Meals were eaten at breweries with epic sized chocolate cake (unless you're Beil, in which case it's normal sized cake.) Memories were talked about, but more importantly new memories were made. The new addition, Ruth, John's wife is just like she's been with us all the while, laughing just as hard as we were most of the time. We ended the evening with baby goat visits and pictures. The conversation that ensued in the cold wind during the above picture makes for far better a picture in my book than the actual posed pics of us with baby goats. I'm still amazed, thank you Jesus.

Saturday, March 26, 2011

2011-03-29T11:42:00.000-07:00

If I were a sister, I might want to be a Carrillo sister. Not just like them, but actually a part of the family. Today was Hailey day with her bridal shower and bachlorette party in the matter of 6 hours of one another. We sat with ladies from work and listened to sex comments be made. We drank fancy drinks and danced like I haven't danced for quite some time. Games were played, but thanks to Katya, they were not lame. This is a Saturday that other days of the weekend are jealous of: I'm talking about you, Friday and Sunday. I love Hails, I love seeing her sister and the beauty/wisdom/creativity/talent that she posses at the ripe young age of 18. No wonder so many have fallen in love with this girl, she can shake it with the best of them. Ha, and we were worried about getting too crazy around her.

Friday, March 25th, 2011

2011-03-29T11:35:00.000-07:00

FTW (for the win) tonight at work! Not only do I love this new side job of waitressing at a Moroccan restaurant. Not only do I like that I get to wear this dress, running tights, and TOMS while working. Not only does my friend Sarah H make funny jokes about "Mo-rockin'" things. Not only is the owner a 5 foot 2 Moroccan man who hardly smiles. Not only it is creating an experience for guests that is well worth the price of a 6 course evening. Not only do I work with my artist friend Sarah. Not only is it infusing some of the culture I crave in Colorado Springs. Not only is this place family owned and run and I"m 1 of 3 non family employees. Not only am I making tip money on the side. Not only do I get to learn tea tricks that involve pouring hot tea into a glass on my foot/knee/elbow/wrist. Not only are there amazing jokes about "my new job at a Moroccan place" that lead to belly dancing myths. But, BUT, I got an assist on another proposal tonight. This guy asked me to put the ring around the tea pot for the end of the meal. Instead of doing the trick and pouring the tea, the ring slid into the glass and I simply set it down on the table smiled at the girlfriend and walked away. Tears ensued and I can only assume that it was because of my stellar service. She said yes and they tipped well. Win.

Thursday, March 24, 2011

2011-03-29T11:28:00.000-07:00

Muah haha. By looking at this picture, you might think that you can guess which pair of glasses I picked out to purchase. A girl at New Staff Training had the most unique frames and I asked her what prompted her to get them....her response was unexpected, "well, they were only about $10.00 a piece including shipping, so it was easy to get a fun pair I might get sick of sooner than later." What? $10? Her answer was as unexpected as the action I took in ordering BOTH these pairs of glasses. Of course I want something at work that I don't want to take off my face every time someone slightly professional strolls into the Training Department....however, I did want to make myself laugh every time I put on another pair. I can picture myself now at the movies or hanging out at my house with the left hand glasses on my mug. While I don't like the trendy enormous aviator frames that seem to be all the rage (in Portland at least), I do like unique. After all, they were only about $10 so it was easy to get a pair that will make me smirk every time I put them on my face.

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

2011-03-29T11:23:00.000-07:00

I sit at my desk approximately 7 hours a day. (Give me some moving time to head over to the mail room, stand at DeeDee's counter to talk to her, and make 2 trips to the bathroom.) Sometimes, you need to personalize your space. Post It makes these glorious pop up notes that come out of a dispenser. To them, it's another thing to make and sell for money--to me, it's an excuse to throw them to and fro like a slinky, but I digress. I wanted this dispenser on my desk, but I didn't want the slightly lame flowers, baseballs, or peace signs they send with it, so I opted to use a printer, razor blade, and paper to make my own. Voila. Seattle Pioneer Square black and white photography on my desk.

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

2011-03-29T10:56:00.000-07:00

Tickets: in hand. (thanks parents)
Flight: booked.
Friends to come with: invited and accepted.
Place to stay: comfirmed with aforementioned friends.
Emotion felt: excited.
To do on life list: soon to be checked off.

Monday, March 21, 2011

2011-03-29T10:53:00.000-07:00

It is nearly spring and I am nearly motivated. This is a frame that went up in the bathroom. It is no where near the visions of creativity that are stirring in my head, but it is a start to get something on the wall. I bought a map of the Pikes Peak range a while back and it is now in the bathroom. What is it about maps that just get me? Does it make me feel smarter? Do I feel more explored and more well lived? Do I secretly want a track of my life like Billy from the Family Circus cartoon? I think it's the last one. I loved those Sundays when you could trace his track all over the picture. Anyway, another productive hour of cutting and pasting and spraypainting got some art on the wall in the bathroom. I think I might add dotted lines of pathes all over the map sometime soon.

Sunday, March 20, 2011

2011-03-29T10:34:00.000-07:00

There once was a friend I made while at Dairy Queen. Seriously, I met my friend Tony B while he was getting a blizzard and I was with DeeDee, abolishing her afternoon craving for something sweet after work. Tony and I became friends, we took two road trips to the Republic of Texas. We ran pub runs even though he does not drink and I still thought I was allergic to gluten. He made me start running a lot, all the way up to 13.1, but that is another story. One October, Tony decided to move back to Texas (he actually had always planned to, he just didn't tell us when we first met him). Tony B saw a girl he'd thought was pretty several years before and he asked her out, again. This time, she said yes and they were married less than a year later. They came to visit this week. I love that Tony has not changed and that Elizabeth is perfect for him, not to mention everything he ever hoped for in a wife. She's pretty amazing and I'm glad Tony never stopped believing, it's good for me to remember.

Saturday, March 19th, 2011

2011-03-29T10:22:00.000-07:00

I have been known to be friends with a couple of kids in my life. Between teaching 680 a week while in Chicago as an art specialist and Young Life property assignments, you might say I even like them. My gym is a family owned place where the family extends into community of people who attend classes. It may have something to do with the suffering through workouts that bonds people, but this little one has the right idea without working out. The owners happen to have 5 kids now, 4 girls and a newborn boy. In Young Life, when a lot of families are living on a property, you can tell they feel safe, that their parents feel that they're safe, and thus, they run around like they own the place in the best way possible. So I've met Ali twice. Once at Christmas and once this morning. Her dad knows I love them and he handed her off to me because, you know, he had a mic on and was leading about 80 people through the final testing of the 10 week competetion. She fell asleep on my shoulder as I scratched her back and once awake, she was climbing me like she was a monkey. It was Ali who prompted this picture. Our (mutual) friend Joy came and we went over to greet her. As I hugged Joy, Ali clutched our necks and squeezed "group huuuuug". This family like community is something I could have only imagined a while back, especially because it is outside of Young Life. Phew.

Friday, March 18th, 2011

2011-03-29T10:11:00.000-07:00

So I occationally hang out with this girl named Sarah. She's pretty much the artist I wish would have had the confidence and insight to be in high school. I sometimes tease her about keeping a blog about her, so this might be a little to close to creepy, but she knows I'm not the weirdo I pretend to be (or we make jokes about when I'm staying with her.) She's an artist. Not just an artist, but an artist who has a style at the age of 17. She entered this project called Wunderkind and was selected to have a professional show at a gallery in Manitou Springs, CO. She is also a big deal. Here she is with her work. I only took the picture because there was a family friend taking one and you could tell she didn't like having her picture taken. Now, later, I can text it to her and say "remember when you had to stand there and have your picture taken?" haha. That's what she gets for being amazing, funny, insightful, mature, and talented. Joke is on her.

Thursday, March 17, 2011

2011-03-29T10:07:00.000-07:00

So that lack of an appitite thing is in the past. As long as I've had more than a few minutes at my house between sleep and going somewhere, I've enjoyed the luxury of cleaning, yes cleaning, and continuing to unpack and make the house more of a home to myself. pictures on the walls, only a few, but it allows my mind some creativity beyond "which thing should I do first that never gets done becuase I"m never here?". Today, what I call a Spanglish sandwich. You may have seen one of my favorite movies. In it, Adam Sandler plays a chef and he makes himself a sandwich similar to this one. It looked gross, but given my love for eggs over medium, I gave it a shot. De.lici.ous. The house smelled like grammy and gramp's house with toasted wheat bread and butter. A Strandlund/Vana classic. Again, lots to love today even though I'm sick. Eating again has it perks.

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

2011-03-29T10:00:00.000-07:00

Oh. Another day at the cottage. Granted, I'm sick, my nose is raw, and nothing sounds appetizing. What is the phrase...starve a fever and feed a cold? Or is it feed a fever starve a cold? Either way, I"m winning somehow because I have a cold and fever and I"m not eating much. Working from my desk today and finally taking the blankets and sheets off my windows (for insulation, duh) was amazing. Sunshine in the window and things like this picture just happening, I didn't even have to line them up, they were already like this. Here's to an empty fridge but a full heart.

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

2011-03-29T09:54:00.000-07:00

Remember that time I was planning to keep up with pictures everyday? Me too. To tell the truth, the pictures have not strayed much from being taken daily, it's the posting that is driving the nail in the coffin of blogging. So this past weekend, there was inspiration to finish. The small little details of the cottage where I now live bless me immensely. Finally being in CO to enjoy said cottage was exactly what I've needed. The paint in the kitchen needed it too. I'd love to know how old this door knob is and why on earth I found it on the inside of a closet rather than outside (which it now is.)

Sunday, January 16, 2011

2011-01-22T12:45:00.000-08:00

Today someone mentioned checking into rehab when they get back home; for caffeine addiction. The brew up here is just so good. Americano please, and I am not an americano girl in the every day. Beyond the joke and after the warmpth of that very americano wears off, this mind continues to do what it does; dig, and wonder, and invision. What are the things I have grown callused to in my life though? Expecting that it is easier for me to not speak of and seek out raw and gritty depth with my Savior? Because my tendencies to want to control or to want to know the next steps are not really that bad? They're not mistrust? They are. They're mistrust. For me, in this season, they're mistrust. Several months back I found creative parts of my soul stirring after laying dormant for months, some years. Who am I? What am I living out of? Would my answers to those questions change if no one were around to hear the answers or the results? That from a trash barrell full of coffee cups. yep.

Saturday, January 15, 2011

2011-01-22T12:42:00.001-08:00

Agh. Not okay. In being thankful for a lack of restless legs that I usually get at NST, I forgot to keep these eyes of mine taken care of in the past 24 hours. Contacts yesterday, no drops before bed, dry climate, 5 hours of sleep made for some red eye in the am.

Friday, January 14, 2011

2011-01-22T12:18:00.001-08:00

A large part of this photo project is staying in touch with those who I do not see daily, to share snapshots of the things that I notice, the things that bring me joy, the things that stir my emotion. The unexpected benefit has been the reflection of remembering when.... when I was stirred, what happened just before something bigger happened, and to know my heart stirring when and how. In several years, this will be a such a photo. Ansley, at the age of three, appointed herself nurse of New Staff Training along with her mother, who was the actual nurse of New Staff Training. Kevin here was sick with the flu in the first 48 hours and Ansley then appointed herself his personal caretaker. Being a new dad himself, his heart is full for kids, and under Ansley's direction, he stopped by the clinic for check ups everyday after. Here she is listening to New Testament exegesis for the sake of being near him. We need to see this. What am I willing to do to be near Him? (for clarity, not Kevin, Jesus.) The end.

Thursday, January 13, 2011

2011-01-22T12:12:00.000-08:00

Though the awareness of freedom has been something for me this year at NST, this is the first year I have officially skied on the free day. In this group, another team member, a property staffer, and a staff guy from Oklahoma who I've wanted to know anyway. Mellow runs, gorgeous views, and the gift of skiing with a 3 year old on her first runs. I'll take that as a free day. Breathe it in.

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

2011-01-22T12:07:00.001-08:00

5am last week, the cell phone that belongs to Crooked Creek. Waking from a light sleep, I hear a woman's voice and the last name "Curry". I knew. It was time. Baby time. There had been a boisterous man who joined us at New Staff and was noticeable even if I had not known that he was leaving after week 1. It was indeed baby time. His wife was due at the end of the second week of NST, but to be sure, he was only attending one week. Baby girl Clover started early. This picture came today in a text. I could not have been more blessed to be involved in the story, nor in helping his cabin of guys send a YL onesie to him in the mail the day he left.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

2011-01-22T12:04:00.001-08:00

There is a beauty in quirks. The vehicle of B. Wolfe parked outside in the center circle. The very vehicle that you would not expect to have in this weather...nor with a luggage rack on top. Uniqueness in each person is what I'm seeing. That does not always happen. Artists in our midst. Vocalists whom have had the words of anointing spoke over their chords. Snow ball fights. Forts with shovels. Snowpants. It is so cold. So cold.

Monday, January 10, 2011

2011-01-22T12:01:00.000-08:00

This. All over everything. I like it. Peaceful in the midst of continued stirring. Crisp in contrast to a warm fire and dare I say too warm of a club room turned classroom. He washes us white as snow and I am seeing a different woman in myself work New Staff this year. There is a different freedom and living out of wholeness...authenticity. May He continue to wash us white as snow.

Sunday, January 9, 2011

2011-01-22T11:48:00.001-08:00

Today is the day. The desire for independence sets in and the need for solidarity is accepted by many as a need. Presentations and speakers make no dent in the facade when there is an undercurrent of desperation and longing. Myself, I am no exception. Wrestling with the spirit moving and knowing not to be the one to pray with someone upon receiving hard news of one of their YL friends from back home. This is not mine to enter into? Why did I feel led to the other side of the curtain just then? Knowing that the spirit moves in my stead but knowing that the Lord knows my heart causes examination of what is stirring that would need protection around. There are times to pray with and times to pray for, but this girl is currently restless for a leader and their kid whose rope broke. Stirring.

Saturday, January 8, 2011

2011-01-22T11:43:00.000-08:00

Again with the borrowed pictures, but this afternoon I had the opportunity to do something that does not usually occur for me while at NST: sitting down and hearing some one's story. Someone I never knew before. Two someones on this occasion. It blessed my soul to learn and identify and see the undercurrent of the spirit in brokenness. As deep cries out to deep in artistry.

Friday, January 7, 2011

2011-01-22T11:32:00.000-08:00

Allow me to be honest, no one takes people pictures the first few days of New Staff so as not to be 'that person' around new faces. Though we are all in ministry, we are all still being mended and broken continually and have insecurities that accompany that. Myself included. The next few days of pictures are courtesy of C. Gorman and A. Rust, good women.

Thursday, January 6, 2011

2011-01-22T11:22:00.000-08:00

As this picture was taken, there were close to 120 arriving into the Denver International Airport. As this picture was taken, the property staff was finishing up their last lunch all together and in the quiet. As this picture was taken, I was standing in running pants, tennis shoes, and a hoodie with a pony tail because I knew how the morning would not need a built in workout. As this picture was taken, I was anticipating the richness that is about to come and yet knowing it is intermingled with the unexpected, with the logistical trauma of my hard drive crashing on Monday, and with what will, in the end, be 200 people in and out of Crooked Creek. All the while, the Lord is present, He moves, He is moving, and our hearts are being readied for some transformation. New Staff 2011. Come Lord Jesus.

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

2011-01-22T11:16:00.000-08:00

Equipped spiritually for New Staff is more important to me than equipped personally and logistically, but it does not hurt to feel fresh and renewed by something as simple as fresh nail polish and a new watch for all the times I'll be checking the time. Having an eye on this watch was never a problem because I intentionally stopped wearing one a few years ago when I found myself bound by the clock. With new freedom and new mercy there's no strict boundary, but an opportunity to live out of who I am all the time, not needing to switch in and out of leadership and friend. Here's to new beginnings and the test lab for living them out. New Staff 2011.

Tuesday,January 4, 2010

2011-01-22T00:55:00.000-08:00

Sometimes, this project is less about the divine and more about the everyday revelation, thankfulness, and simplicity. Arrivals for the NST team. No file to transfer, no numbers to possibly mistype. One iPhone photo and the information in need goes with me. (image darkened to protect the innocent.) Last night ended with wine and worship with the property staff of Crooked Creek. New Staff Training 2011 is off to a good start I'd say.

Monday, January 3, 2011

2011-01-22T00:47:00.001-08:00

Literally, the beauty of a gift card in my bathroom. Who pays $35 out of pocket for a shower curtain? Someone with a gift card about four times what they thought it would be, that's who. Shower curtain and instant iPhone wall paper in one? I think so. What has happened to be that I'm not creating things like this though? Blank stationary turned art. White sheet turned personalized shower curtain. May I resolve to do more creating and less buying. Did you know Jonathan Edwards wrote 28 small resolutions that he would review weekly? Some ladies in my life and I are attempting the same. Thus far? #1 Resolved, to write one hand written letter and one hand written thank you note each week. #2 Resolved, to call my family more often with listening in mind. #3 Resolved, that when seeing someone in person whom inspires admiration, motivation, or respect--make a point to ask them more, study their life in a way that is beyond noticing and respecting.

Sunday, January 2, 2011

2011-01-22T00:41:00.000-08:00

3am, so technically this picture is taken on January 3rd . Today is the day. New Staff departure. Part of me is tempted to say that my year officially starts on January 20, but what a waste of 19 days would that be when the next 20 days will be so full of life, at times, I will be unsure of what to say or do or pray. Bag packed, house cleaned, late night. That's the MO for the night before New Staff. NST = non stress test....my foot!

Saturday, January 1, 2011

2011-01-21T22:26:00.001-08:00

Workout, 9am, New Years Day. How else would I want to start the year than with worship music as the sun comes out from behind clouds? To drive home and have the sun rising in my rear view mirror is what I needed. The contrast, the faint sign of telephone poles marking progress and the uncertainty ahead. Okay, so it is a street and trees ahead, but here it goes. Enter in, Lord, do what you will, transform and prepare and be glorified.

Friday, January 21, 2011

2011-01-21T22:22:00.000-08:00

Remember that one time (for about 2 years) that I would take a snapshot through my lenses everyday and put some words with it? I liked that and apparently so did some of you. The blessed call out I've received has perked me again. Bear with me as I start an awe inspiring journey again and live into the story that is unfolding.

Saturday, September 11, 2010

2010-09-15T14:28:00.003-07:00

Remember when? On a date this is particularly memorable, I was delighted to find something that I must have passed nearly 100 times in the years since it was hung on the wall at Crooked Creek. See, one particularly shaping summer in life, I went to both YL camp for the first time at Castaway Club, and then I went to a discipleship work week at what would become Crooked Creek Ranch in Colorado. Little did I know that a person I met that week would not only become my regional trainer, but someone I would see year after year within the mission of Young Life. Steve Sherwood. He is the bottom right in red and I am the top middle in maroon. I sometimes love how the circles go 'round.

Friday, September 10, 2010

2010-09-15T14:28:00.001-07:00

Design design design. I am into this week of creating as life slows down, my brain has more capacity for speeding up. This might be one of the most suited gifts I have ever received. Over two years ago, for my birthday, the glorious Emily gifted me with a gift that keeps on giving. A notepad to draw upon and picture frame all in one. The problem is that I get attached to one sheet of paper and don't want to throw it away. The picture in it...more or less a good memory that reminds me to be spontaneous. Like the night it was taken...

Thursday, September 9, 2010

2010-09-15T14:27:00.001-07:00

The living room got me thinking. What about the wall in my bedroom that changes every now and then. In reading a few design blogs, I cannot help but want to try the full-wall coverage, mismatched art idea. So in this, you'll see several things from college, my favorite art from a child-artist, and some travel souvenirs including the fabric from my walking pole on the Inca Trail in Peru. Any suggestions? I'm not done yet. I really am looking for something horizontal and textured. I'm thinking something like this at the top of this blog? Yes?

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

2010-09-15T14:26:00.002-07:00

No, we were not robbed. Our giant TV is gone, but not forgotten. After assessing the damage when something 'went out' in our giant TV, the group decision was that we did not need to spend $500 on repairing our archaic, if not giant TV. As we re-did the set up with a loaner screen, I realize the sastisfaction that I get out of organization. You can't see the titles, but I'll give you one guess as to whether or not these DVD are alphabetized.....

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

2010-09-15T14:26:00.001-07:00

Mmmmm hm. He's that small. My friend Ed and I went to the driving range after work to help him blow off some steam/be coached on hitting golf balls. While there, we saw a wonderful display of pee-wee golfing. This is an example of the simple things I started this blog to notice. Things that make me think about the future and the past. Things that give me the opportunity to see God in the present. Thanks little man.

Monday, September 6, 2010

2010-09-15T14:24:00.001-07:00

Right? WTH? You would think that 6 days on the east coast would not throw off my sleep too much. This picture was taken at 3:30am. Aye em! Trying to make myself tired, I was sideways french brading my hair. Pictures verify that sort of thing when you're delirious at 3:30 am. Knowing that I was getting up to workout with friends at a new gym/program I"m considering probably stirred the nerves. It felt like it was the first day of school.

Sunday, September 5, 2010

2010-09-04T06:23:00.001-07:00

So you may have noticed I'm staying on the east coast extra long. It is Labor Day weekend, of course I"m taking advantage. Seven states in six days, that is how I like to roll. Before all this is said and done, I will have flown CO to PA, driven PA to NY, driven NY to VA, driven VA to PA to WV to KY to OH and then flown OH to CO. NBD. What better friend to share sushi, go on runs, online shop, and road trip with than Mel. If you think I am traveling a lot, you should know her moving schedule for the past few years. This woman knows adventure and seeks it around every turn. She takes risks and finds success and wisdom from then....all the while being a friend all around the country. Seriously, you people who taunt about the number of people I know.....I've met my match. Her love and prolific letter writing is unequaled. Here is to the trip I have wanted to take for about 3 years now.

Saturday, September 4, 2010

2010-09-04T06:22:00.004-07:00

It was junior year that I first visited Rockbridge Alum Springs. It was 7 years later that I moved to be on full time property staff at a Young Life camp. In the span of those years, I never thought it would feel natural to be at a place like a Young Life camp. They seem so magical, so special, so well taken care of for the sake of representing Christ. 11 years later, today, I found myself at Rockbridge again. I could remember the foundation of a building I sat on and now saw it as a fully built building, old enough to be getting new siding already. I could remember the store where I talked to my leader as it poured rain outside. (it poured rain the entire week we were there) I could remember the bench where I sat with my boyfriend at the time and listened as he processed the reality that he was only a "Christian" because his parents were. I could remember carrying a friend with a sprained ankle back to his cabin and getting yelled at by the head leader because we were girls on a guys porch. I remember it is the first and last place my best friend from high school experience what it is I now do as a career. To now think of places like Frontier Ranch and Crooked Creek feeling like home after the months/years I have spent living at them, visiting Rockbridge takes me back to the sacredness of these camps and the glory that our Lord continually deserves. That...and how delicious the blue juice they serve on the east coast tastes.

Friday, September 3, 2010

2010-09-04T06:22:00.003-07:00

Over a dinner of low country boil, I hear stories about the summer entertainment at Rockbridge that involved a smarmy French character accompanied by his smarmy french dog, complete with matching beret. The story goes that they swiped a rescue dog for the session, knowing that "a work crew kid would be willing bless their parents with it upon arriving home". Turns out, as I arrived after a 6 hour drive from New York to Virginia that the friend I was visiting lives with the property staff person who called dibs the moment she laid eyes on the pitiful thing. I believe the statement from a distance was, "is that an animal? He shall be mine!"

Thursday, September 2, 2010

2010-09-04T06:22:00.001-07:00

An evening of worship with Eastern Division Young Life staff followed by a sunset, followed by local dairy ice cream is a decent end to the craziness that's been dubbed by work schedule these days. I am not going to lie, it is a good thing that there is a layer of scum around the edges of this lake, because I was feeling for a clothed swim near the time of photo. This is incredible, but I will be honest, I'm ready to be home.

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

2010-09-04T06:21:00.004-07:00

Young Life, at some point in the 70's thought correctly that it would be a worth while idea to invite adults to see kids at camp firsthand. Not every adult could go to Colorado to visit Trail West, so they started building guest houses for adults. When you give a donor a bunk with community bathrooms, they're going to want a twin in a house. If you give a donor a twin in a house, they're going to want a queen with their own bathroom. If you give a donor a queen with their own bathroom, they're going to want a king with their own kitchen, and thus began the Adult Guest Lodges of Young Life camp. Though my tone is sarcastic, why would we not set up adults to invite their friends to a trip that involves loving on kids for the sake of them hearing the Gospel? I'm thankful for Adult Guest Lodges, especially on nights like tonight, when I happen to get my own king bed with a bathroom to myself because I happen to be the only woman in the building. zzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

2010-09-04T06:21:00.003-07:00

Chicago, you will always be a part of me. As Jim and I landed this morning in O'Hare airport on our way to the east coast, I could not help but want to walk around, luggage and all. Taking time to go down the escalators to the long hallway of moving neon light trails, I was like a child again. Nuts on Clark, Demon Dogs, all of them the local stops that have been brought into the airport for the sake of that Chicago. Seeing paintings on the windows in the corridor to terminal B did me in as I caught myself thinking, "i can only imagine how much move I would have let this city wrap its culture around me had it not been for that full time teaching thing I did." Love it none the less.

Monday, August 30, 2010

2010-09-04T06:21:00.001-07:00

Moments when I find myself saying, 'Well, I'm training for a half marathon right now.' I can hardly believe it myself. As my roommate and I dog sit on the north end of downtown, we enjoy being close to a park. It is times like this evening that I sometimes pause (not on the run, but in my mind) to think 'I never would have imagined this to be a normal part of my life'. Running along a rushing creek of mountain water, looking at the sunset over the mountains, through a park with stone walls, all while training for a half marathon. I never would have imagined that some diagnosis would be a part of my normal life either....but I'm on the road to better health as I run....and imagine the possibilities I might have once never imagined.

Sunday, August 29, 2010

2010-08-29T12:09:00.001-07:00

I have a question to pose. What would be the first thing you do when you see fur up against a window in your house? Shrug your shoulders and keep moving? Ask yourself if it's dead or alive? Consider the result of doing nothing which could very well mean having a dead animal to remove? My first reaction was to call a roommate into the situation, for company to share in the questions, if nothing else. This particular roommate and I have a history together of warding off intruders of the animal type who make their ways in to unwelcome places around our home. This unmoving ball of fur, however, was no Muddauber confused for a hornet, it was a large mass of potential rabies. I think you see where I am going with this. So as we yelled and it stirred and then laid back down. Therefore, it was quickly concluded that throwing a ballet flat at it was a feasible option. It was not, however, concluded, that the window in our 100 year old house is "pre-tempered glass" era, thus, making it crumble "when a bee flies into it", let alone when a ballet flat does the same. So the downside of the situation is that we have a broken window to fix, carpet to vacuum, and a landlord in need of explanation.....but the upside is that we finally replaced the light bulb in the hallway when we got a step ladder out to investigate.

Saturday, August 28, 2010

2010-08-29T12:08:00.004-07:00

A picture in the outdoors that you can flip over and still have the same image defines what I think is a near perfect afternoon in the wilderness. When it came down to it, the attempt to keep the 28th of August open was for exactly something like this. Sunshine, clouds, mountain lakes, a bit of sweat, and some good people to share it all. Look closely in the mirror image and you will see two people and one puppy on the beach across the lake. For me, the actual day of my birthday is about living into the celebration and thankfulness....the day before it are for parties and dinners downtown. It teaches me something about knowing my preferences when I block a day out to do just what I want. Hiking to a mountain lake with a small group of people I feel want to know me well and love me in the process...and new friends of high quality....it is exactly what I want to do for this day. That and some feta pizza and delirious conversations on the couch with roommates to close out the day. Here's to being born.

Friday, August 27, 2010

2010-08-29T12:08:00.003-07:00

As motivated as I can be to leave the house where I am helping watch a dog for an afternoon run, I never know what may have happened when I get back home. Let's just call today's events a close call. Jack the Dog is actually a really great, well trained, mellow dog. You might say we love him. We have learned, however, to not leave anything at the height of the head of the dog we love. I came back this afternoon, not only to a chewed up bottle...not only a chewed up bottle of nail polish.....not only a chew up bottle of nail polish on white carpet, but this chewed up bottle of nail polish was slightly open on the carpet. Tragedy, averted.

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

2010-07-30T19:45:00.001-07:00

If you notice that I just broke my own rule with multiple photos, then take a closer look to see why, jerk. Today was the day of Rachel's life. Today was the day that Ed found himself in an environment 'where no black man has gone before'.....a float suit. (his words, not mine) We bounced over waves with the wind in our hair only hoping to see some tail. Just a fin in the distance would have been enough. But with 6 feet of Orca dorsal this close to our boat and a breaching show that would make Humpbacks blush, we experience Discovery Channel whale watching folks. You know it is a good day when the driver of the boat (the small, 12 person, blown up pontoons on the side, could be flipped by an orca boat) then you know it was solid day. And you're not a jerk.

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

2010-07-30T19:44:00.003-07:00

Once upon a time, there was a bridge. When walking on this bridge, the soles of your feet are as far above the jagged rocks as the torch on the Statue of Liberty is from the water. Years ago, I traveled to this bridge with my parents and brother to witness my mother do the most daring thing ever....walk across the bridge. After she walked across the bride, she then realized that the only way to get back...was to go across the bridge again. Today, the circumstances were similar. Capilano Bridge is still just as high. There is still no route back to safety, but one thing is different. Every time that my family tells the epic tale of mom on the bridge, she makes sure to say "yeah, and with your dad and brother were shaking it both ways, it a wonder I didn't pay to be air lifted." Now....a difference at the Capilano Bridge today was that there is a high school aged kid on a mic in a booth making announcements as reminder to guests to not shake the bridge. What was Eds reply when later meeting the 17 year old who reprimanded him? "It wasn't me, it was the other black man." I'll let you think about why that joke is funny in a place like Vancouver, BC, Canada.

Monday, July 26, 2010

2010-07-30T19:44:00.001-07:00

Travel companions are usually the best part of a trip. Here's to our first day being international again as we navigated around Chinatown of Vancouver. With Ed looking for parking spots, oblivious to Rachel's request to be close because of her sprained ankle, I smirked and keep my eyes open looking for authenticity. Knowing that the more neon signs, discolored pictures of meals, and Asians in a place indicated the better food, we scouted and secured both parking and dining with minimal frustration on all parts, except maybe our waiter's.

Sunday, July 25, 2010

2010-07-30T19:42:00.002-07:00

Though it seems to be out of the pages of a magazine, the home blanketed by the trees in Lakewood, WA is where we were hosted tonight. With Rachel feeling less than well (okay...getting sick on the side of the road with inebriated people from across the street yelling at her to "learn how to hold her liquor!" before Ed jumped out of the rental car to protect her....) We quickly made our way to this home, complete with a guest cottage, to nestle in for the night. Our hosts were gracious, entertained by Ed and I this evening (let's be honest, mostly Ed) as we talked Vancouver and prepped for our drive north tomorrow.

Saturday, July 24, 2010

2010-07-30T19:42:00.001-07:00

Being somewhere as beautiful as Malibu Club for several days as a guest instead of a property staff person has given me a step back to watch the variety of parts of Young Life. Little did I know when I was a 15 year old camper that there were adult work crew bosses loving on and having intentional conversations with high schoolers...that there were head leaders on suicide watches of my fellow campers......that there were leader meetings of prayer....that there were interns living together in tighter community than ever before. As a property staff person, I had less than sufficient time to see everything happening at Frontier Ranch, even once behind the scenes. I love the body of differences that work so well together and I feel quite lucky to witness a conversation like this from this vantage point.

Friday, July 23, 2010

2010-07-30T19:41:00.004-07:00

Something I have always noticed about pictures taken during amazing experiences in community is that the people in pictures are glowing with a joy that transcends good hair days, nice clothes, and makeup on their faces. Backpacking trips produce the best pictures when people are 4 days in with no showers....and I can hardly understand how it happens that way, except that it keeps on happening, like today for example. On our way to see Chatterbox Falls, three of my favorite people from Colorado were loving life together. This picture is one more example....and it brings me similar joy just to look at it.

Thursday, July 22, 2010

2010-07-30T19:41:00.003-07:00

Knowing that I would visit Malibu, I intentionally tried not to have too many expectations for what my time there would look like. Coming into an entire assigned team, I did not want to make a big deal and invade on relationships. I did not want to loaf around, doing nothing, but I also wanted to be outside enough to enjoy all that was going on around me. I could not have been more welcomed today, especially by the Pritchard family. My room was in the newly constructed assigned team housing and my time that was not spent helping work crew, or experiencing club talks, I got to be holding babies to give their parents a break while I played with the other kids roaming free around Malibu. There is abundance here.

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

2010-07-30T19:41:00.001-07:00

Today was one of those days. I had to step back and make sure it really happened, as I was traveling alone. Taking the chance to fly in a seaplane, let alone in a seaplane headed to Young Life's Malibu Club, was not something I was going to easily pass up. After all the possibility and arrangements, I think I ended up with the least expensive but most scenic route to Malibu. After taking off from Lake Washington in Seattle with earplugs in my ears for the noise of the plane engine that was only 5 feet in front of me, we had several stops before my final destination. Customs and dropping off my fellow passengers at their yachts took priority. (Thought the pilot later told me that he intentionally dropped them of first so we could fly over the glacier on the way to the Princess Louisa Inlet.) Fly over the glacier? Seriously? As we circled Prideaux Haven, one of the top yachting destinations in the world, I could not help but be amazed at the way some people live. I do not know if it was the plane-side dingy pick up or the chocolate covered strawberries and mimosas that their friend brought for all of us on the plane, but if it were not for Malibu, I might have invited myself for the weekend.

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

2010-07-30T19:40:00.000-07:00

In all the traveling I have had the opportunity to do....I don't think I have ever done what I did tonight. Starting as a young child, of course my parents avoided intentional overnights in airports, but in following that trend, I have never knowingly stayed an entire night in an airport, let alone...alone. So I'd contemplated my options for Seattle today on hotwire and all the sites that would give me a discounted hotel fare. The thing is....nothing under $70 seemed less sketchy than the airport and worth the travel time. When my flight arrived in Sea/Tac late, the decision was made for me. $70+ for 4-5 hours in a hotel and worry about whether or not I'd make it back in time for my 7am shuttle? No thank you. How thankful do you think I felt when after work on my laptop and a hot drink to get me sleepy that I found this out of the way lounge? Only one person came in the entire night....the custodian. Thanks Sea/Tac airport women's lounge.....

Monday, July 19, 2010

2010-07-20T08:30:00.001-07:00

So it's happening. What started as a joke, much like Peru, turned into crossing something off of my hypothetical "life list". Visit Malibu Club, check. See the bioluminescent water that glows when you stir it, check. Take off and land in a seaplane, check. Visit Young Life staff in a foreign country, check. Though the last one is a stretch because Canadian staff technically seem like US staff from Minnesota, that is still four things in one trip and so much to look forward to. Things were up in the air for a while when it looked like I was not going to be able to get into Malibu for under $600 and then again when it looked as though there may not be room on the boats leaving Malibu this weekend.....this email confirmed the amazing things in store.

Sunday, July 18, 2010

2010-07-18T11:49:00.001-07:00

When my alternative sounding alarm went off this morning at 4:21am so I would not dream my alarm was going off at such an ungodly hour...I did not allow myself the question of "why?". Why was I waking up this early after getting home from Buena Vista at 12:45am? Why was I encouraging my roommate to participate in the plan? Why was I driving to the Denver airport and returning well before I would have even woken up to get ready for the day? There are so many answers to these questions. The answers are best left in the category of "you won't know until you walk forward trusting as you go..." It was an amazing morning getting to drive teen moms to Denver airport in order for them to load onto a plane of unassuming Southwest customers on their way to Young Life camp. Just as I had no idea the joys the morning would entail, but I just had to lean in and go....they too have no idea what to expect from their week, but I'm willing to assume they'll never be quite the same again, even if it is just experiencing a sleeping baby in the way I did this morning. Please pray for teen moms at camp as you read this.

Saturday, July 17, 2010

2010-07-18T11:48:00.006-07:00

Much is changing me as I move forward in life. Months ago, a day like today would have been about getting the most out of the day, spurring on existing relationships, making memories to talk about for years to come, but today, this very day, was just about living in the day. Knowing that I would have the chance to see my hometown Young Life group at camp led me to Buena Vista. What is a day at camp, really, when you've worked there for over a year? What is a day at camp when there is an entire valley to enjoy? What is a day at camp when there are other people just looking to soak in the afternoon with milkshakes, consignment shops, and a Jeep with no doors to ride in? Here's to the freedom of just enjoying a day as it comes to you....and the people in it...staches and all.

Friday, July 16, 2010

2010-07-18T11:48:00.005-07:00

A few voice mails and a text message later, the red suitcase of such request has made its way out of the basement and to the front door. This occasion is not only worth celebrating, but worth text messaging to reassure the receiving party of it's movement. Much like a tracking number, the text messages and voice mails between my parents and I reported the progress (or lack there of) of said red suitcase into the vehicle of our family friends driving from CO to IL this week. Over a year ago, maybe two, my mom brought extra items out to me and then did not want to take the extra red suitcase back to IL with her. (I cannot blame the apathy about having an additional bag to haul.) It is not just finding its way home. Thanks Tunbergs.

Thursday, July 15, 2010

2010-07-18T11:48:00.003-07:00

After nearly a month of no TV, I was just started to get used to having more time with roommates to just talk, more appreciation of the ability to watch DVDs on my laptop, and (gasp) more time to read. Alas, roommate Rachel is coming home from assignment to need a couple of days to just recoup on the couch. For that reason, among many other, I"m not the least bit ashamed to say that we accepted the generous offer of the Thomsons to have a replacement for a while.

Monday, May 17, 2010

2010-05-18T11:27:00.001-07:00

Sonterra Grill is where I ate the spring I visited Colorado Springs and planned to move to Colorado from Chicago. Sonterra Grill tends to be somewhere I take guests as they visit....from Illinois. Today, I introduced Allison to it for the first time. Say hello to my $100 gift card. We enjoyed and imagined what the next year is going to be like. She on Young Life staff for the first time and I training a Young Life staff person individually for the first time. Pray for our year, our friendship, and what the Lord has for both of us in the growing process.

Sunday, May 16, 2010

2010-05-18T11:26:00.005-07:00

Flying an average of two flights a month is never something I thought I would do, it's something I only would have hoped for years ago. There are not always outgoing people next to me, today, the difference was made up for though. A photography student from the Art Institute not only chatted me up for the whole flight but bought me a glass of wine and told me his life story. We chatted about religion and he was shocked when he found out I was a Christian....after he'd started to like me....I could his face change as he wanted to change his mind, but couldn't. As we rode the train from terminal to terminal in Denver Int'l Airport....he explained what he knew as the "underground tunnel conspiracy" of DIA. What?! He led me to the strange artwork I've always noticed and told me that there used to be place for children to hide under DIA...from Nazi, no less. To.much.wine.makes.seat.partner.go.crazy. Thanks for the entertainment and glass of boxed wine, I don't care if you seem crazy, I still like your turquoise painted toenails.

Saturday, May 15, 2010

2010-05-18T11:26:00.003-07:00

The original purpose of things do not always end up being the final purpose of things. Though Kristen and I were supposed to be in Birmingham for her birthday after having breakfast with and kissing all of her boys.....that is not where we ended up. What a twist on things this weekend. To plan on being in Alabama for a southern wedding in the park and end up connecting with more Oklahoma City locals than I ever would have expected. It never could have been guessed that being in Oklahoma with people that I love...considering jobs in that area....meeting people I'd end up being roommates with pending a move....it really slapped me across the face. (In the best way possible.) The only thing keeping me in Colorado is my choice. Not only is it a yes or a no that is keeping me here, but it is the significance of my individual choice having that much impact on my life and future. Needless to say, after today, I'm going back to Colorado different, I just wish I could take this face with me.

Friday, May 14, 2010

2010-05-18T11:26:00.001-07:00

This afternoon, I left the place I call work to journey to Denver for a Southwest flight. Landing in a new city, I exited the plane to feel humidity, but the distinct sweet smell of the south that I think only people who are not from the south can recognize. Tomorrow is Kristen's birthday. She was there to pick me up, oh so late at the airport, but then stayed awake long enough in her home to create a moment, this moment. In scrubs, pregnant, surrounded by the gift of those who love her...she lounged, talked, and started to drift to begin (at 12 midnight) a birthday with her entire family in the same country and state. Happy B K F. You make me a better person.

Thursday, May 13, 2010

2010-05-18T11:25:00.001-07:00

Speaking of neighborhood goings on, I came home from work today to find 1 police car.....and then another one, and then another one, until there were six police cards outside. Out of safety, scratch that....out of curiosity, I proceeded to the Eagles Nest to have a better look. As I watched, calling updates to my roommate downstairs, we witnessed a K-9 unit and 9 officers kick in the door of the duplex near us yelling 'Colorado Springs Police, reveal yourself if you are on the premises, we have a dog and we'll release him if you do not comply!' Turns out in an effort to get to know my neighbors, one of the few whom I've met was just arrested for drug possession.

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

2010-05-18T11:24:00.004-07:00

A typical Colorado summer afternoon....dark clouds and bright sunshine. Something I miss about the Midwest are the thunderstorms a night..but I might be willing to negotiate thunderstorms for 300 days of sun.

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

2010-05-18T11:24:00.003-07:00

A variety of design blogs get my attention during the small 5-10 minute mental breaks I take during the work day. While house sitting at the cottage downtown I've mentioned several times, it is confirmed in my mind that some of the most inspiring design are the ideas surrounding me. Parallel that, now, to my spiritual walk. All the reading of books I can do does not compare to the example of people around me. Growth, inspiration, and motivation are best within community, both with friends, a a triune God I'm attempting to understand.

Monday, May 10 2010

2010-05-18T11:24:00.001-07:00

Experience should prepare me for the delight of seeing sentimental sides of people. The entire last week at Trail West, I sat in an Old Testament course with other Young life staff. There was one guy in particular that came burned out and disappointed with all that has come his way. For one reason or another, his supervisor no longer assumed the best of him and he seemed to be feeling as though everything he did was view as a rebellion. As I went through finals today, I found a letter he'd written to the professor after completing his final. "This week has meant more to my livelihood in ministry than the past two years. Your humility and approaching ability made me care about things that I'd never made the time to consider." Amazing. This staff guy's breath of fresh air became the same for me without me even knowing I needed it.

Sunday, May 9, 2010

2010-05-18T11:23:00.005-07:00

A day after getting home from another week of being away, the perfect afternoon consisted of sleeping in, going to church, and then fading in and out of sleep in the Eagles Nest all afternoon. Just as with coffee houses, if you stick around an Eagles Nest long enough, you start to learn things about the people around you, in this case, our neighboors. Until today, I never understood retired people who tend to be in the know of all the goings on on their block, but now I get it. If you care enough, you can learn a lot by spend a whole day in view of a neigborhood.

Saturday, May 8, 2010

2010-05-18T11:23:00.003-07:00

Having missed Cinco De Mayo while I was at Trail West for work, I was glad that my roommates had planned Ocho De Mayo. Coming home to what I though would be a night of Mexican food and possible a play list or different choice of beer, I soon found myself sorely mistaken. Pint the tail on the donkey, costumes, and even a pinata were in the mix. To remember and honor the evening, we plan to keep this trusty steed within sight in the kitchen.

Friday, May 7 ,2010

2010-05-18T11:23:00.001-07:00

In this job of mine, I find that I hear a wide variety of comments and thoughts on a lot of things. What the music is like, who is a good speaker, who is in leadership and what people think of all of the above. Sometimes its an informed opinion, sometimes it is less than informed, but aren't we all? Every now and then, there's a consensus of quality. Katie here is one such example. There's nothing to criticize. When I share my life story with middle school or high school kids at camp in the summers, part of the story is that I learned at a young age that if I were just as nice as I possibly could be, then no one would have any good reason to not like me. A person can only use that as a plan for so much of the time. Katie here though, it really is just who she is. You can imagine every one's joy as she shared some ancient texts during Vespers tonight. She's hard not to like, but it's not like anyone is trying.