Business, Birds, and Backwoods Community

I love a life like this.
From bargain shopping to healthy eating.
From Amish friendship complicated bread to old postcards.
From walking everywhere to playing guitar.
From quiet time to community time.
From beginning to end, this is my home, birds and all.

I want to begin modifying postcards and sending them to people.
I want to make a couch cover and paint some wall art based on beautiful prophetic visions and make pillows. For two out of those three mentioned things I must first learn how to sew. Girl scouts never taught me that little life lesson.
I want to let people know that a relationship with God is the best thing. It's the most amazing concept to realize He's with you where you are. In a bar with friends on Taco night, at an antique mall or your favorite coffee shop-used bookstore combo. He's with you on dinner nights and movie nights, He comes along to late night trips to Sonic. He is with you in the water out in the middle of nowhere, or by the pool in the middle of college town. That's beautiful and, more than romantic verbage, that's real.


I went looking through antique stores today with my friend Micah. I love hanging out with this particular friend because he is very go-with-the-flow. I try and let him know how very wonderful it is that God made him versatile as opposed to volatile.

I want to write poetry again. I want to paint pictures again. I swore this summer was going to be about creative flow-- where did that idea go? Not a single picture painted or drawn, not a single poem or story scribbled down. My mind was scrambled by children and Netflix... and now I'm back. haha


I have a lot to talk about at some point. So much so that it's very hard to isolate and record every good and interesting thing to be said. Things need to be recorded.

I love my friends. I missed my family so dearly it hurt. I did not realize what a relief it would be to be back. Or how much I had changed since last year. Little by little I am making my forward steps, taking my stone legs and teaching them to lighten their load.


I have birds haunting my front porch and balcony. I don't know what to think of them. If they didn't poop everywhere I think I'd enjoy them more. I've begun to talk to them as I come and go, reminding them to stay on the door of the vacant apartment across the way and not to come and poop over mine. I try to give a five second speech as I unlock my door as to why they might be happier elsewhere, somewhere in the tall trees and the fresh air. They remain, nonetheless.