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17

That tree has 17 branches and I'll never forget it. I used to stare at it all the time. 6 years ago, I was at a school/program called Youth With A Mission (YWAM (YouthWithoutAnyMoney/YoungWomenAfterMen/Y-not?)). For those who don't know, it's a Christian organization where you go to classes for 3 months and then a mission… Continue reading 17

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The Beauty of It

I started doing something new Starting with the way I wake up I open my eyes and begin my search It's different this time because I know I'll find what I'm looking for Instead of getting to the bottom it I'm getting to the beauty of it It's so much easier this way The bottom… Continue reading The Beauty of It

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Scotland/Ireland- Part 2

If there's one thing this trip taught me, it's what the meaning of the color green is. Green is something that's alive. It's ever-growing, waving hello, and just being. It's preparing places of peace. It's something so alive that it can be there for you or not be there for you. I've always said my… Continue reading Scotland/Ireland- Part 2

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Scotland/Ireland- Part 1

"Today we saw beauty at a new level. God made a spectacular thing out of Scotland. I feel like it's a place that looks like something that lives in my heart & I've imagined it for so long, that being in it has felt normal and homey..but it also blows my mind." -my journal, September 8th… Continue reading Scotland/Ireland- Part 1

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Fill My Heart, Scotland

When we get out of the glass bottle of our ego and when we escape like the squirrels in the cage of our personality and get into the forest again, we shall shiver with cold and fright. But things will happen to us so that we don't know ourselves. Cool, unlying life will rush in.… Continue reading Fill My Heart, Scotland

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I’ll be home in a minute.

it starts with a walk around the neighborhood. i'll be home in a minute, carrying eternity in my hands. it starts with wondering what would happen if you carried your camera everywhere with you. what if you were that person? letting your shoulder get used to the burden and letting your heart get attached. you… Continue reading I’ll be home in a minute.