Bye Bye Blogger

Hello Everyone!

I've recently moved over to WordPress for blogging. 

Check me out at this new address: http://cheuka.wordpress.com/

Sincerely, 

Heather.

Bizarre.

The bizarre is here....the internet is up for this years' Nobel Peace Prize...

Can't say I agree.

Tokyo

 

Tokyo

Uprooted

Vines

Trap

Weeds

Life

Soil

Beauty

Rest

Soul

Searching

Tired

Weak

Heart

Longing

Wasted

Time

Stop

Silence

Nature

Birds

Chirp

Sing

River

Rushing

Valley

Sun

Light

Warmth

Aching

Empty

Woods

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I am stepping out of the ordinary and into the unusual.

I've just found a great giveaway posted by none better than Le Grand Cru 

Although one gets rather excited over some LGC style this giveaway comes from the 

brilliance of Coccoa | Green.

Check out the giveaway HERE and get in line with the competition. :)

Blessings...this is a time set apart. Enjoy it.

good doesn't come cheap in this story...

Although it would be so nice..

Where, O death, is your victory? Where, O death, is your sting?

I am not sure how to find the right words for my feelings yet..

I am remembering all the joys of our days

and those opportunities I never took

How great you looked without you timeless hair

But without it the cold winds chilled your bones evermore

Your energy moved throughout the room

dancing with the rhythm of your footsteps

The troubles of your past are lightened with the strength of your freedom

It seems I have never been closer to you than now

but why then did you have to go away.

 I find myself with John Donne.

 His sonnets are not all about death 

though there is a comfort in my heart hearing his words. 

In Death be Not Proud death thinks in its pride that it has won.

Donne taunts death and in this way it looses its power in our imagination.

Donne confronts death and belittles it, in order to take away its sting.

I'd like to do that right about now.

Holy Sonnet X

Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou are not so;
For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery.
Thou'art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppy'or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.

to the wind

really missing this...

        

digital watercolor..hmm

I am lacking in my creative writing but have found a new creative tool that is definitely worth sharing.

I came across this website the other day & have really been enjoying it.

Here is something I've done...

..that is decent compared to the ones before it. :)

NOT SO FAR

"okay okay okay"

I have stepped into a new year and with that have started a new semester at Northwest University, or as my childhood lit. professor would like to call it, Academy. (i think i like that better too)
Along with it there have been some great additions in my life:


z. Some great clothes handed down by someone with great style. (goodwill, red light, buffalo)
y. Music by Karli Fairbanks, new music by Angus and Julia Stone, renewed love for Bon Iver and thirst for some even newer (to me) music that I know is out there waiting for my ears.
x. Some good time with the Lord, understanding what I am living. Trying to live what is pleasing to the Lord and in all the best attitudes. Discovering. Discovering. Discovering.
w. An anxious hand for art. I'm exploring with some free art classes and such..hopefully more than one.. 
v. Diligently learning ballet so that I can outwardly express what I see so clearly in my mind. :) hehe.
u. Learning simplicity, being less dramatic, not so selfish, controlling my emotions; not letting them control me, finding our Father's peace amidst the storms (that tend to come so frequently in my life and at record speeds), having more confidence, thinking before I speak and saying things that matter, remembering what I read, letting loose my inner child (where are you?), giving love love love. 

It is exhausting to think of everything you are working on, but so rewarding to have a list and see what 

God is doing

 what is being molded 

and shaped 

torn away 

or 

refined to look like something 

completely new.