We Are Not of This World

We are not of this world. A friend told me yesterday about how as humans, we are awkward in time, something she read in A Severe Mercy. It's almost funny how true this is (and I'm so glad there are minds capable of putting to words some of the deepest human experiences). Because we're made for eternity, time and its movement and contraints are just hard for us. This made me feel so divine. Or at least living in a realization of our higher calling. We aren't of this world! Say it again. We. Aren't. Of. This. World. We're just in it. As immediate and tangible as it is, its a distraction for the life we're going to live forever. Life on earth is like sitting at a bus stop or walking around an airport terminal. It's that moment of transition through a revolving door. Don't be distracted by something so fleeting. 

Reminders

(Main image courtesy of Sandra)

I'd love a little Spring right now..

Get it?

Sometimes people have hobbies. And they like to annotate bits of their life with this hobby. A sign to show how proud they are of whatever it is they do. I think email addresses, band names, license plates, and nicknames all sort of have that feel to it. I enjoy uncovering significances in these things. Sometimes, I hear things throughout the day and I immediately think of an email address I could create out of what I heard. Or a psychedelic band name. Or a nickname.
Not following me here?
Yeah me neither.
I explain best with examples so here we go...
A few friends and I had an obsession with Pop Tarts. Yes they taste good, but I think it also came from a unique individual who reminded us of a Pop Tart. Not like anyone is reading this, but I will not describe said person further. The Internet is too...open. (And also, only a true interaction with the person would effect complete understanding). Wow, anyway, we created a band out of "The Brown Sugar Pop Tarts". We took a picture, edited the picture and made ourselves a touring poster. Chill.
I just thought of astronauts. If I were one, or better, if I were studying to be one, I'd get an email address like "spazedout13@gmail.com" There are a lot of things going on in this...not only am I ghettoly adding a z but I also added a 13. Slight reference to a classic astrofilm Apollo 13.
License plates must be addressed. They are my favorite of all. I think. It gives me something to do in the car, decode the 7 character plate and try to give it significance to the driver. Sometimes you are stunned by the garb and biology of the driver.

These are some thoughts.. As I begin to remember more fake emails I've created I'll post them. I feel like I've had both more creative and humorous thoughts than these. Alas.

Adios.

Creativity on Demand

It is so difficult to crank out these projects for Graphic Design. When a teacher is demanding creativity within a 2 hour time period, it is hard to get a project finished to your liking. I have realized that creativity takes practice. And that a lot more than just "ideas" go into it. Here's some of what we have been designing.

 

The Agonizing Feeling of Loving

I've been experiencing some love that hurts. I always forget we're called to love even when we don't feel like it. These past few days have been proof that I rarely practice love unless I feel like it. Have you ever felt that paralyzing moment where you Do Not Want to Love a Person but you're about to enter into a circumstance where there is no getting around it? It hurts. It just aches in a very unphysical way. Those moments where I am livid but I have to turn to the person and use a tone of kindness, an attitude of openness and it hurts. My blood almost feels hot. I now understand how heat is associated with anger. 

Well, wish me luck. Wish me courage, actually. 

Weather Affects Me

I'm really enjoying this weather here in Ohio. For some reason, we have been incredibly blessed with fair temperatures and really beautiful skies. No rain. Would you look at that? The temperatures have been cold but not the type that binds you in doors rather, the refreshing coolness, free of humidity, full of wind that makes you want to stay outside forever. Doing nothing but staring around. God is so smart, you guys. And so refined and brilliant to create such beauty. It's interesting to think that part of what makes us genuinely human is our desire for this sentimental feeling of beauty. I like that.