the sky held the sun in one hand,
and cradled the moon in the other —
in those moments before dusk,
everything glistened and glowed.
maybe our differences,
our opposite personalities,
like the moon and the sun,
made what we had beautiful.
04.02.17
I am reading through Numbers. You should read chapter 22, verses 21-30.
(...go on, it’ll take maybe five minutes of your time to google and read it).
Okay, let’s summarize:
Balak, king of Moab, is afraid of the Israelites. He sends for Balaam, offering him great riches and honor if he’ll curse the Israelites; the Lord forbids Balaam from cursing them, and Balaam ends up blessing them instead. But on Balaam’s initial journey to Balak, God sends an angel to stop him; Balaam can’t see the angel, but the donkey he’s riding on can. Each time the donkey stops to avoid the angel, he is saving Balaam from an inevitable death by the angel’s sword. But because Baalam can’t see this threat down the road, he becomes angry, beating and cursing his donkey three times — letting his pride take the best of him and exclaiming that the donkey is making him look like a fool.
Some points:
God always wants the best for us and may ask us to do hard things we don’t yet understand the purpose of. An encounter with him can sometimes require the following: a change of plans/direction (v.23), pain (v.25), or abiding/being still (v.27). He makes all things work together for good.
Pride can blind us.
Sometimes we need to ask for and listen to advice from others; they may have insight on issues we’ve yet to notice but are right under our own noses.
Some questions:
How often do I become angry at an innocent person God’s placed in my life just because they’re not doing what I think they should be doing — because of a small disagreement?
How often do I become bitter with God because I fail to understand a small part of his bigger picture for my life?
03.28.17
because you once said,
i am like a baby bird,
that i am fragile and easily
broken.
but that i will one day be
resilient enough to fly,
with my own two
wings.
but until i learn and grow,
under your wings i must
take shelter.
for your covering,
it keeps me
safe.
–because under the shield of their mother bird’s wings, baby birds don’t need knowledge of what’s happening outside of them.
(because i don’t need to know the whole picture yet.)
02.07.17
“Why?”
“Because it’s changed from a form of expression to a form of business.”
“But creativity isn’t something you keep to yourself — it’s something you should share.”
01.29.17
i. a new roll of film soaking in an old glass jar, moth wing dust & snow hitting a silver car.
ii. flowers in light bulbs, a dried up micron pen & i’m seeing why broken things can’t be made to work again.
01.26.17
Today I found something I scribbled in a notebook maybe a year ago. I’m not the biggest fan of the end, but thought I’d share:
because you linger in my mind like an autumn leaf clinging with childlike fingers to a tawny spine, or a memory, whose thought it so sublime and whips, that I’m afraid it will flutter passively away on the slightest of blustery fall afternoons // so if you would just let me rest in your shadow, in the cap of an acorn, blanketed in the morning fog and cobwebs, until the next breeze, take it all in, do as we please.
01.08.16
Hazel is snoring in her cat tree.
I didn’t know cats did that.
ANYWAY.
I made a blog a month or so ago to post photos and art on. It doesn’t have a name yet because of who I am as a person.
I don’t have any current art uploaded (only shoddy works from high school), but I’m hoping to have more recent things posted soon. I do have some photography things posted on there though, and I’m always looking for feedback on ways to improve. Check out my other blog here.
If you’re reading this, thanks for sticking with me — despite my recent erratic posting and always consistent procrastinating.
-V.
12/05/16
WRITING PROMPT: 25 WAYS TO DESCRIBE A HAND
Day 1: A source of gravity.
saturn’s rings loop around my fingers,
and you float along with suspended wishes,
hoping your orbit will align with mine.
– i want to push and pull your universe
12.04.16
Roasted brussel sprouts.
85mm.
A stuck caramel apple pop.
Welcome back, docs.
A song about a girl in a floral-print dress, a mother, and lucifer.
10.29.16
Skin speckled and splattered with freckles on a canvas of warm cream and honey.
surprised to be loved. 