new blog

a new blog has been published: http://beccasminddancing.blogspot.com

who knows which one will last.

Another wee update

Just to let ya'll know: about a month from today I will be in South Korea.

it's going to be legendary.

Queen Anne's Lace

"When bright flowers bloom
Parchment crumbles, my words fade
The pen has dropped ..."
- Morpheus

Such a sad wildflower, considering the fate of its namesake. The small dark flower that blooms in the center represents the drop of blood from the finger of Queen Anne as she was creating lace.

Raspberries in pastels

Another painting by my mother: marikescholtens.blogspot.com

"Better is a dry morsel with quiet than a house full of feasting with strife."

-Proverbs 17:1

A single red raspberry is more tempting than an elaborate feast.

Pretty much the best painter ever

a bit of a plug for my mom's paintings.

"You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Among the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in fields of gold

So she took her love for to gaze awhile
Among the fields of barley
In his arms she fell as her hair came down
Among the fields of gold

Will you stay with me will you be my love
Among the fields of barley
And you can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in fields of gold

I never made promises lightly
And there have been some that I've broken
But I swear in the days still left
We will walk in fields of gold
We'll walk in fields of gold

I never made promises lightly
And there have been some that I've broken
But I swear in the days still left
We will walk in fields of gold
We'll walk in fields of gold

Many years have passed since those summer days
Among the fields of barley
See the children run as the sun goes down
As you lie in fields of gold

You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Among the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in fields of gold"

-Eva Cassidy

A long while

It's been awhile since my last post. Not quite sure why but it seems as though a year and a half has passed without so much as an update.

And so I think back on any possible updates that might be worthwhile to write about but nothing really comes to mind. My schooling continues at its mediocre level, not that the quality of education is average but my drive to complete my studies lacks enthusiasm, as per usual. The only real dilemma in my life is in the planning of summer and next year.

Without school to structure the coming year I feel at a loss. I put off this ultimate decision in high school by coming to Redeemer for a general degree, figuring that I would have a better idea after four more years.

That failed.

So i tried narrowing down my options and tried to pinpoint what I might be able to legitimately succeed at. So now I'm back on culinary arts, just like I was back in high school. I've come full circle....

Everyday Miracle

"Men go abroad to wonder at the heights of mountains, at the huge waves of the sea, at the long courses of rivers, at the vast compass of the ocean, at the circular motions of the stars; and they pass by themselves without wondering."

Augustine was so right when he said, he didn't even know it.

But just to make you think: the next time you have time, go outside on a clear night and just stare up at the stars. Don't think about how much cleaning you could have done or how many words you could have written for your essay thats due in 4 hours. Just look up and stare.

Then, taking some more needed time off, go find a small child. I know this sounds kind of weird, but look at the tiny hands and feet of a new born, or the hunger for love and affection and learning of a toddler.

Then look at yourself in the mirror. Really look. Don't see the imperfections that you think are there, but instead, think of the fact that you can SEE and you can hear and touch and taste and feel emotions and pain and hurt and hunger and thirst and happiness and love.

What an amazing thing. An entire galaxy right in front of them and these great Greek scholars just skipped right past it.

An everyday miracle.