I sat out on the deck with my notebook and an apple. I propped my feet up on the black rail and looked out over the valley before me, taking in the sun and wind and buzzing of bees. As I bit into the apple I remember what I was told once in third grade "people used to eat apples to clean their teeth Korina" said my teacher Mrs. Seymore. I remember her name to this day because of a ridiculous strategy my my mom used to use to help me memorize things. "See!" she demonstrated with her hand over her eyes as if to peer off at a far away land, "more" and made a big round ball shape with her arms. I will never forget Mrs. Seymore. She usually wore a loose floral patterned jumper with a white turtle neck, and some sort of over-sized beads around her neck that would hit her knees as she walked. I don't understand why such petite women will drape themselves in clothes so much. Oh yes, and a pin, a big colorful bejeweled pin gaudy in all it's glory. Behind her picturesque primary school teacher facade hid a sweet demeanor and ability to awaken the imagination in ways I still apply to this day on the deck.
I sat there stumped as to what exactly I would write in my composition notebook. I could jot down the days events, descriptions of the tall windy grass, the cloudless sky, etc etc, but I was bored, and part of me wanted to write down something extraordinary...you know, in case I should die and have someone find my notebook ;) So I sat....
Seymore Korina
See more Korina
See...more
I want to see more. I like to think imagination is the minds way of finding things to dream about.
Imagination should not be taken for granted. It cannot be understood by logic or lived without creativity. Imagination can be lost in adulthood and regained in boredom of all things. When there is nothing left to fix, nothing left to organize, there is the wonder of the human mind. Children have an incredible ability to create with their minds. When I gain a childlike spirit, I gain imagination, my heart can be lost in it's own story. I feel like if I can awaken my mind, I can awaken my soul, I can be fully alive, I can gain the sense of wonder I feel when I realize I am alive. Some people just need to be reminded they have a beating heart, to realize they aren't coincidence.
"Don’t ask yourself what the world needs. Ask yourself what makes you come alive and go do that because what the world needs is people who have come alive." -John Eldridge
I felt Amy's baby move last week and I heard his heartbeat the week before. Each time it is such an emotional and moving thing. I am excited and full of wonder at this growing living baby getting ready to greet us. God is creating in Amy, as I type this that baby is being shaped, and I am still reminded of the wonder of life, and my mind imagines again.
What good can I be if I am not alive? What glory can my selfish lifelessness bring God?
Thank you little one for reminding me of the wonder of life created, thank you God for the reminder of life lived.
I have to say love is a wonderful reminder of the beauty of the world. Amy was right, when you are away from the man you love the world just gets ...well kind of gray. Yes, I can still smile and engage in conversations, I can still live, but I am not vibrant. The world does bloom when I am with Justin. I finally get to see him in 15 days.
"Absence is to love as wind is to fire; it extinguishes the small and kindles the great." -Roger de Bussy-Rabutin
I daily praise God for the amazing love He has chosen to give us. There has been so much growth in our relationship over the last year, especially in our time apart. It is probably one the most difficult things I have ever done or ever will do, but the good things, the things worth waiting for were never gained without adversity. Sometimes the simple absence of him in my life is bigger than the presence of others. But I will keep smiling and singing and praising. I will continue to be fully alive in Christ, and I know that he will too. Thank you God for being my life source, thank you for giving us the realization of our imperfections, and the heart to seek our worth in you alone.
One of the very last things she told me "Keep singing Bean"
I will, I promise.
Thank you God for imagination, for the beauty of love, and the eyes to behold the wonder of Your creation.
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