A NYC 6am Saturday morning concept comes to fruition 6 months later one rainy California Starbucks Saturday on 8.22.2009
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Chasing Fears to Find Dreams
Unusually & exceedingly peculiar & all-together quite impossible to describe.
- Kayla Michelle
- This blog is purely dedicated to what some flatteringly call poetry. I call them mostly ramblings that rarely rhyme; but they are my thoughts and my heart in written form nonetheless.
Don't follow too closely, I run into walls.
Posts
"She is avant-garde ethically and is beyond unconventional in her thinking, a preference for the 'now' rather than 'new' and for imperfection rather than so-called good taste...."
“I've learned that good-byes will always hurt, pictures will never replace having been there, memories good and bad will bring tears, and words can never replace feelings.”
“I've learned that good-byes will always hurt, pictures will never replace having been there, memories good and bad will bring tears, and words can never replace feelings.”
The rays of happiness, like those of light, are colorless when unbroken.
I embraced the first opportunity to get back to California and it is altogether probable now that I am here I shall never again leave it.
California: the face of the earth as the Creator intended it to look.
California lacks a lot of the rules and restrictions the East has: every house is a different style, different material, different color. There's a lot of craziness out West!
In California in the early Spring there are pale yellow mornings when the mist burns slowly into day, the air stings like Autumn, clarifies like pain.
I embraced the first opportunity to get back to California and it is altogether probable now that I am here I shall never again leave it.
California: the face of the earth as the Creator intended it to look.
California lacks a lot of the rules and restrictions the East has: every house is a different style, different material, different color. There's a lot of craziness out West!
In California in the early Spring there are pale yellow mornings when the mist burns slowly into day, the air stings like Autumn, clarifies like pain.
"I am part of the fellowship of the unashamed. I have stepped over the line. The decision has been made. I am a disciple of Jesus Christ.
My past is redeemed, my present is purposed, my future secure. My life is His. I'm finished and done with low living, sight walking, small planning, smooth knees, colorless dreams, tamed visions, mundane talking, cheap living, and dwarfed goals. I no longer need preeminence, prosperity, position, promotions, or popularity. I won't look back, let up, slow down, back away, or be still.
I don't have to be right, first, recognized, praised, regarded, or rewarded. I now live by faith, lean on His presence, walk by patience, breathe by prayer, and labor by power. My face is set, my gait is fast, my goal is heaven, my road is narrow, my way rough, my companions few, my Guide reliable, my mission clear. I will not be bought, deluded, or delayed. I can not afford to flinch in the face of sacrifice, hesitate in the presence of the adversary, negotiate at the table of the enemy, or meander in the maze of mediocrity.
I won't give up, shut up, or let up; until I have stayed up, stored up, prayed up, paid up, and spoken for the cause of Christ.
I am a disciple of Jesus.
This is my prayer."
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