It's Sunday Afternoon and The Scent of Grace Is In The Air.

I want to be outside right now. Lying on the cool blades of green that surround my house. I wan't to stare into the sun shine, bat my lashes at it shyly. I wan't to whisper my secrets to the clouds. Shape flower peddles to the mold of my palm. Mix "I love you"'s with the wind.
These days have grown long. The moon seems to stand further and further out of the galaxy. The clouds have come to make home over the skies. I can but watch as winter unfolds over me. It's in these moments that I look out the open door of my heart, feel the cold breeze sweep past my toes as they inch closer to the edge, reach out my hands, fingers extended high, close my eyes- and jump. Take the flying leap towards a Summer in France, Spring time in Florence, pouring rain in St. Petersburg. Any where but here.

By the way, I wrote a song. I'll post it- in a few.
I'll be back later though. Till then stay beautiful fire lights. Stay strong pillars of faith. Stay there, don't leap, not until it pleases- Then run and leap and fly! Don't hold your breath for one moment of it. Take it all in; every bit of it. Expand your lungs quick, don't miss a second of your destiny. Remember, fire lights, burn on- burn on and and on and on.

Favorable Sunday Afternoon

Today I spent the day at the park. After church I came home, changed into something more comfortable, and wandered over to the park a few blocks away from my house. Tthere were no more than 10 people there (a mom and her children, a few resting basketball players, and a couple stray teenagers) but they didn't stay long so before I knew it I had the park all to myself. I took the time to do some writting and then b-lined it to the swings. I spent 20 minutes swinging back and forth starring up at the planes floating by overhead. I'd close my eyes and arch my back flying towards the sky and then bounce into the seat as gravity sent me hurdling backward, my hair rushing past my face. After coming to a slow stop I found a nice shaded spot in the grass, put on some tunes and fell asleep right there in the park. Even after I was awake I still layed there watching the clouds move in and out of motion. Eventually I stood up from the grass, grabbed my stuff, and set on the adventure back home, it was a short adventure but an adventure at that.
Today the hours were slow and I still have two more to fill, but those few hours alone at the park were pure bliss. They made my Sunday worth something nice.

Here's one of the pieces I wrote at the park:

Natalies Dance
She patterns herself with reds and blues and oranges and violets and maroons.
Her blonde curls bouncing with the summers breeze.
Dangling limbs gait across weeds and dandelions.
Her arms stretch out far beside her as she runs,
head hanging down watching her bobbying shoes.
Radiance finds home in her laughter,
and she favors us with it often.
Carefree, beautified, and contentful, all show themselves in her,
coming out in every fluid breath and moment.
The world waits on her shoulders,
shyly she whispers to it- "knock-knock",
and she giggles.

-Toby K.

A Day of Work and Church

Today is seemingly a busy Sunday for on an average my Sunday's seem calm and layed back. I go to church 9:30 and get home around 12:30-1:00pm, (depending on whether or not I go out with friends this time may vary), once home I usually curl up with some novel that I have taken interest in and listen to music for the few hours until our night service which starts at 6:30pm, but I leave at 5:30 for prayer at the church. I enjoy going to prayer because it helps get me focused on service and my tasks at hand. But today, unlike my many other Sunday's does not seem as enjoyable. I must clean out the back of one of our cars as we have found that that trunk has been holding water in the spare-tire hold. So with towels, gloves, and some old jeans I will attempt to find the problem for this water accumulation. While doing that I will have laundry going which needs to finished and folded, then I must clean the bathrooms, and do the dishes if I see fit. On any other day, these chores would not serve as an issue, but since this is Sunday, a HOLY day, I would rather lounge and forget the world for a moment. But I doubt that if I search for scritpures about Sunday as a day of rest, the chores at hand will slowly back away no longer needing tending to.
I am rather excited about service tonight for I will be sitting in on our Children's Church service, and I have never done that before. I will soon be more involved with Children's Church, and I thought it would be nice to familiarize myself with the various kids and activities. I know many of the children, and more so their parents, but there are still some who have completley escaped my knowledge. I often expressed my strong feelings of dislike for children, but as of late I have been told that I "work well with kids". Is that not always how it is; you become the thing you strive most not to be?...So I am destined to be the mother of six rambunctious annoying children who will inherit all of my flaws; oh what a joy.
-Toby K.