given much

I've spent a lot of words saying thank you lately.  Thank you for  this place and those stars and my leopard spotted blanket.  And I keep saying, "Thank you for this abundance of love."  

And I said it again last night.  

I've been thinking about that a lot lately, abundance, I mean.  And you know what I think?  I think that there is an abundance of wealth and love and good in this world.  I think that that's the catch we all forget.  

We have this idea that there isn't enough.  So, we need to ration and take and divide.  

But I don't think I really believe that.  I think that there is enough love and wealth and goodness for all of us.  There is an abundance of opportunity.  There is an abundance of love.  

Our trouble comes when we forget that God made enough when he created us.  We're creators.  We create love and wealth and goodness.  

So, if there isn't enough, go make more.  Take all your love and kind words and pretty thoughts and big ideas and faith and equations and goals and desires and ambitions and add them.

There is an abundance of good things.  Thank God for it, and then add yours to it.  

Share your talent and your love and your passion with the world. Find something wonderful, and then smile or laugh or cry because you think it's beautiful.  Do what you love, and then share it with the world. Write it or speak it or yell it.  Lift someone up. 

Go out and look to the sky and find what it is that you have to give, and then give it everything.  

Stop complaining about the lack, and go and create more.   

And the beautiful thing is, there is enough love and opportunity for everyone.  If we all create, it can only get bigger.  


-Linds

Counting Stars

How about we talk about heaven or the people we want to be. 

How we want to be brave and we want to be kind and how we're not quite ready to grow old yet.  

Let's drive through the stoplights and say silent prayers.  Let's listen to Drops of Jupiter in the rain. Let's sit on my porch and look at the stars and laugh about all the things we thought we knew once.

Let's talk about our dreams and our fears, and I'll smile because we're young and it's easy to forget we're supposed to be afraid sometimes.   

Let's walk through the trees and look at the moon.  Let's drive through the canyon and talk about the way real life feels so far away sometimes.  
Tell me your favorite words, and I'll give you some of mine.  
And maybe once we're through talking we'll remember how it feels to be alive again.

I'll lie in the grass, and you'll look at the stars, and I'll smile because this moment will live forever.

And when it's done, and when we're through, I'll come back to this little home I've made.  And I'll close my eyes, and I'll bite my tongue, and I'll try to say thanks for all of the beautiful things I remembered tonight with you.  


-Linds

The Most Beautiful Thing

I don’t usually share things on here, 

but these boys have some serious talent.  

And sometimes I think about how cool people really are.  

Today, my professor gave the prayer at the beginning of our last lecture.  He said, “...and bless these students that they’ll live a life that honors thee.”

I think we use the gifts God gives us to bless others.

And that’s what this reminds me of.

"And So It Goes"

 (Via)

Life's just so busy sometimes, and I'm tired.  
And I just need one second.


Give me one second to breath, to love, to cry.  One second to read that note; one second to notice those wandering stars.  One second to say, "I Love You."  One second to listen.


Because I'm certain all I need is just one second to blink, and it'd all slow down again.  Maybe if I just had one second to breath I could remember why I'm lying here smiling in the first place.  Just give me one second, please, one second to remember how beautiful this one second has been.    


Give me one second to remember what it's like to be young. Just one second to remember, please, and I swear I'll never forget what it means to be infinite.  

"You can breath, 

 You can breath, now.

 You can breath, but the air is running out."

 (Jack's Mannequin)

-Linds