Song of the Sparrow

This song was going through my head. It's a rainy, cold day.

Porcelain

everything i love
was made of porcelain,
ready to break.
but the bright, staggering light,
it anxiously waits inside.
like nesting dolls, the secret hides.
and like every birth,
it was a necessary pain
i know, i know
it's all worth the wait, worth the weight.

Are you wasting away in your skin

Are you missing the love of your kin

Drifting and floating and fading away

You have it all, the poise and the strength that we can't fake

But don't you ever tire of walking that wire

To know that we'll move on as you break

Thought Trains and Food Chains

Do you ever catch yourself within a train of thought and wonder how you got there?

In art class today we watched a film about an artist called Harry Clarke [more on him later. maybe.]

Clarke suffered from tuberculosis and it eventually took him at the ripe age of 41. 

I found myself profoundly encouraged to see the great work that he made despite his chronic illness. 

Why? I asked myself.

Because a few months ago a guy I respected looked me in the eye and said 

"You know you really have a lot of health problems."

And I believed that. 

And not only did I believe it, but every time I came down with a cold or a slight headache I built upon this theory that I am an invalid and somehow less of a person.

So today, as I was riding full speed ahead on my "lowest of the foodchain" train I suddenly realized that I didn't want to take this line. 

And in that moment I heard God speak to me, clear as day; 

"I made you just the way you are. I love you just the way you are."

And just like that, the train crashed.

When I made this blog I promised myself that I wouldn't put too much personal life out on the internet for everyone to know. I tend to be a private person. 

But maybe vulnerability is what keeps us close. Shoot, a little honesty keeps this thing real.

And now

It is midnight in Belfast.

I have a library to make an appearance in tomorrow.

Goodnight.

✉

A Pair of Slippers

I am so thankful for a £4 pair of slippers. They have been my constant companion this semester, and especially this week as I developed a cough/cold. The Irish climate has been a bit harsh for this Texas girl. 

A Most Unanticipated Compliment

        "Your hair is the exact color of a pint of Guinness!"

This was said with the utmost excitement. 

I guess some people would value their beer enough to deem its comparison a highest praise. 

Gone to Galway

Be back soon.