When you look into the mirror, think not upon how others perceive you; instead, think about how God sees you. To Him, you are the most beautiful thing on earth. And that's all that matters.
Please feel free to comment. I'd love to hear what you think of my feeble attempts to convey my thoughts, feelings, and imaginings.

Saturday, December 26, 2009

All Of You

So, for the longest time I wasn't sure if I wanted to post this song that I wrote, because I thought that some people may get offended, but then I remembered that pretty much nobody reads my blog anyway, so I decided to post it.
I was in bed one night thinking about how we as human beings, and even as Christians, hurt God, mostly without even knowing. We grieve his Spirit when we put other things ahead of Him in our lives, or have the wrong attitudes or motives, or just don't do things we know are right. And even though He forgives us readily, we still need to repent of the things we do regularly, if we ever plan on changing for the better. To repent simply means to change your mind about and turn away from something. I think so often, Christians stereotypically have this mindset that no matter what we do, its ok, because God forgives us. So therefore, its ok to do anything. And that's a wrong mindset according to the Bible. And we need to continually turn away from and change our mindset about things that aren't of God. And of course He's always there to help us, but its our choice. Its our decision. Christianity isn't about seeing how close we can get to that perverbial 'line' before we cross it, but seeing how close we can get to Jesus!
Anyway, I was lying in bed thinking about all this, and this song came to me...

Why do you run away from me, Though I love you so?
Why do you turn away from me, though I've done so much for you?
Yes, I've been so good to you.

Why do you grieve my Spirit so, with the things that you do
Why do you keep on doing the things that keep me away from you?
That keep me away from you

I want you to know me as I know you, completely and intimately
I want you to love me with a heart that's true
I don't want just a part, I want all of you

Why do you hide your face in shame, and try to disguise your sin?
Choose to repent and turn away. Don't you know what I've done for you?
Just accept what I've done for you.

I want you to know me as I know you, completely and intimately
I want you to love me with a heart that's true
I don't want just a part
I want you to want me in all you do, no matter how small things may seem
I want you to feel me always with you
I don't want just a part, I want all of you


Saturday, December 5, 2009

The Minstrel

This was a 30-minute challenge given to me by a wonderful lady and amazing songwriter named Jane Eamon at a songwriting workshop I recently attended. The goal was to write a story song about a fairytale, using just verses in the same meter. I made up my own fairytale based on another person attending the workshop. This was the result after 30 minutes. Dedicated to Bob. :)

"The Minstrel"
Once upon a time not long ago, in a land not far away
Was a minstrel who would never write a song that was cliche.
He'd sit and ponder till he could find exactly the right words
So that he could write amazing songs like no-one's ever heard.

One fine day he organized a songwriting workshop
And people came from miles around to hear this lady talk.
When they found she was a fairy song-mother, they all cried out with glee
And all at once they asked, 'do you have some advice for me?'

She turned, and to the minstrel said, 'sir, I would like you
To write a song full of cliches, with a twang of country too.'
At this, he cringed, and then he frowned, and finally he sighed.
He shook his head to clear his mind, and said 'for you, I'll try.'

So he took his pen and paper and jotted down some notes
And this country song full of cliches was the best he ever wrote!
Now he sings his songs to many fans all across the land
And he travels not all alone, but with his country band.

The Day We Meet

I wrote this song about the day I meet my future husband...
November 15th, 2009

If I could see your face right now,
I wonder what I'd say
Would I confess undying love,
Or would I run away?
I'm waiting for the day we meet
I'm hoping that I'll know
That the two of us were meant to be
I'll feel it in my soul.

I will wait patiently
For you to come and be with me
But I long for the day we meet

If I could hear your voice right now
I wonder what I'd hear
Would you say you don't want to live your life
Without me near?
Maybe I already know you
Only as a friend
One day we might just wake up
And see love around the bend.

So I will wait patiently
For you to come and be with me
But I long for the day we meet.

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Happy For You

So, I just finished writing another song...
The inspiration came from a friend.
Disclaimer: The emotions and thoughts portrayed in this song are not necessarily those of the artist. =:^)

Happy For You
Beth Dyck
August 13th 2009

Verse 1
Well I heard just the other day that you got yourself a girl
That little bit of info put my heart into a whirl
You see that really wasn’t what I wanted to hear
I used to have some hopes and dreams of a future with you near
But from me all you’re gonna hear is

I’m happy for you. Don’t worry ‘bout me
You’re the only one who matters, don’t fear for my sanity
You’re not gonna see me cry, and you won’t hear me complain
Even if I have to lie, I will look at you and say
I’m happy for you

Verse 2
You used to be a real good friend, before you went away
Didn’t know how much you meant to me until it was too late
Now I’m left here wishing I could say that I wanna make you mine
But you’re with someone else, so I’ve gotta leave those words behind
And now I guess all I can say is


I’ll never know how great we could’ve been; together, you and me
But I’ll get over it eventually, wait and see

Verse 3
Well I heard just the other day that you got yourself a girl
So I’ll just wish the two of you all of the love in the world


Friday, July 31, 2009


I *finally* wrote a new song... ok, so its a silly song about sudoku, but hey, I'll take what I can get right now; its my first song in almost a year!

Sudoku, how I love your numbers
Sudoku, and your boxes too
Arranging numbers 1 to 9
Oh, you're so fine!

Sudoku, you are such a challenge
Sudoku, you are so much fun
Oh, North, South, East and West
Yeah, you're the best!

When I win a game I get this feeling deep inside
It brings a smile to my face, and its a smile I just can't hide

Sudoku, you can be easy or hard
Sudoku, you are the life of the party
If I play you before bed
You start to mess with my head



"The new and improved umbrella song"

Well, a couple of days ago as an exercise, I rewrote the words to Rihanna's "Umbrella". Here's the 'New & Improved Umbrella Song'!

He knows your heart
Even though you are worlds apart
And He has washed you clean
Given you a brand new start
Baby, and in the dark
He'll be your Shining Star
'Cause that's when you'll need Him there
For you He'll always care

When the Son comes He'll reign forever
Then you'll always be together
He will always be your friend
Took up the cross and He carried it to the end
Though its raining more than ever
Know that you still have each other
You can stand under His umbrella
You can stand under His umbrella
ella ella ay ay ay, under His umbrella ella ella ay ay ay

Now sin and things
That you allow to come in between
Don't have to be your king
Ask Him to make you clean
When things in life get hard
When the devil tears you apart
Just ask Jesus to start
And He will heal your heart

When the Son comes He'll reign forever
Then you'll always be together
He will always be your friend
Took up the cross and He carried it to the end
Though its raining more than ever
Know that you still have each other
You can stand under His umbrella
You can stand under His umbrella
ella ella ay ay ay, under His umbrella ella ella ay ay ay

You can run into His arms
Its okay don't be alarmed
Draw near to Him
You're so very dear to Jesus' heart
So go on let the rain fall
He'll be all you need and more


Monday, July 27, 2009


I sit here, staring at a blank page.

Ok, so its not blank anymore...
Its been blasted hot out lately, with quite a few storms that include thunder, lightning, uber-strong winds, torrential rains, and/or walnut-sized hail. (Very unusual for the Okanagan; they haven't seen stuff like this in like twenty years!) I've been getting up at 6 to go to work so I can quit earlier because of the heat. After work, I either do a lot, or I don't do much, but no matter what I do or don't do, I don't do anything creative. Nothing artistic. I haven't written a song in almost a year. I can't draw. I don't know how to paint. Playing music feels boring right now. Its hot, I feel creatively constipated, and I think I may just go crazy. And I'm thinking this in an eerily monotone voice. In my head. As I write. Good grief I'm bored! Even when I'm so stinkin' busy that I don't have time to be bored I'm bored. Dunno how that's possible, but it must be somehow. I thought that after all the lessons and recitals and things had ended at the beginning of summer, that I would have time, energy and motivation to be creative; artistic. I don't. Heck, I dunno if I even remember how to be creative. I don't want to pick up my guitar. I don't want to try and write a song or poem. I don't want to go plunk away on the piano. I don't want to try to draw or paint, because I know it won't look good. But something deep down inside me is dying to imagine, to concoct; to dream up and fashion... something... anything! But what? How? I think I'm stuck.

Sunday, July 19, 2009

Mrs. Darcy

Just watched Pride and Prejudice again, for like at least the 5th or 6th time... Don't think I'll ever get tired of watching that movie; I never catch all of what they're saying anyway, so each time I watch it I understand more of the dialogue. They talk so fast in that accent, sometimes it sounds like a different language! Watching Pride and Prejudice always makes me wistful. It makes me wish I was a "Mrs. Darcy" and that I had a "Mr. Darcy" of my own. Not a Mr. Collins, or even a Mr. Bingley, but a Mr. Darcy. The drama; the wit; the biting sarcasm and clever put-downs... The contempt-turned-to-love... The happily-ever-after...
Sometimes I find it hard to enjoy being single, even after over three years of practice. Maybe its because I wasn't for so long... Who knows. All I know is that I'm looking forward to meeting my 'Mr. Darcy' and having moments with him where we're both "completely and perfectly and incandescently happy."

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

'The Thief'

I've been playing a lot of Brooke Fraser these last few days; specifically one song called 'The Thief'. Its a really pretty song, and I've been learning to play it on guitar, but I also really love the words. Listening to that song makes me wonder when my 'thief' is gonna come and steal the key to my heart...

The Thief

Your eyes are full
Full of the future of us
The air changes as you look across
At me in that wondering way

It is as if
I knew you before we spoke
Do our hearts know something we don't?
Conspiring, converging without giving us any say

You, sing me to sleep
Talk down my walls
Look through my windows as I wait
You could be the thief
I give the key to

You're ruining me
With secrets and gestures and looks
With sonnets from second-hand books
Playing the chords in me nobody knew how to play


It fits in your hand like water in rain
It unlocks our two different selves
And shows we are the same
Rather than wait `til I put me out for the taking
You're breaking
You're breaking
You're breaking into my heart
And I'm letting you

Happy Canada Day btw!

Thursday, June 25, 2009

The Writing Desk...

Its funny how people think that if they just buy this one more thing, it'll somehow change their lives... Take myself for instance; in May, I got this beautiful writing desk that I absolutely love! Now, I've wanted a desk like this for years; an actual writing desk (not an ugly computer desk). I guess I had this grand idea that if I got a writing desk, I'd suddenly become so inspired and spend hours upon hours sitting at that desk letting words spill onto paper in the form of graceful songs and eloquent poems. But that hasn't happened yet. My life is super busy, I'm hardly ever at home, I'm uninspired, and my gorgeous desk sits here in my room, alone and unused. That's just sad.
In other news, the fam and I are going camping and to a gospel fest this weekend... should be fun!

Sunday, June 14, 2009

The Dawning

Here's a poem I stumbled on by George Herbert.....


AWAKE, sad heart, whom sorrow ever drowns ;
Take up thine eyes, which feed on earth ;
Unfold thy forehead, gathered into frowns ;
Thy Saviour comes, and with Him mirth :
Awake, awake,
And with a thankful heart His comforts take.
But thou dost still lament, and pine, and cry,
And feel His death, but not His victory.

Arise, sad heart ; if thou dost not withstand,
Christ's resurrection thine may be ;
Do not by hanging down break from the hand
Which, as it riseth, raiseth thee :
Arise, Arise;
And with His burial linen drie thine eyes.
Christ left His grave-clothes, that we might, when grief
Draws tears or blood, not want a handkerchief.

(written in 1886)

Monday, June 8, 2009

"Breathe In Me"

So, for the last few years, I've been feeling spiritually dry and kinda deadish inside, and its been really frustrating, especially since I've been leading worship at my church, because people say that worship was great and that the Holy Spirit was there, but I don't know except through what they say. There's a song by Michael W. Smith called "Breathe In Me" that sounds like how I feel, so I've kind of made it my theme song and my prayer of late...

You breathe in me and I'm alive
With the power of your holiness
You breathe in me and you revive
Feelings in my soul that I have laid to rest

So breathe in me, I need you now
I've never felt so dead within
So breathe in me; Maybe somehow
You can breathe new life in me again

I used to be so sensitive
To the light that leads to where you are
Now I've acquired these callouses
With the darkness of a cold and jaded heart

So breathe in me, I need you now
I've never felt so dead within
So breathe in me; Maybe somehow
You can breathe new life in me again

While I was at work today, I was praying, and one of the things I was praying about was this desert-like ice age I've been in this last while. And while I was praying, this Bible verse came to me:
"See! The winter is past;
the rains are over and gone.

Flowers appear on the earth;
the season of singing has come,
the cooing of doves
is heard in our land.

The fig tree forms its early fruit;
the blossoming vines spread their fragrance.
Arise, come, my darling;
my beautiful one, come with me."

Song Of Solomon 2:11-13

So, that was quite encouraging. I quite enjoy those verses!


Saturday, June 6, 2009


So, while I was at work yesterday, I was daydreaming. About Josh Groban. He's one of my favourite singers, and I (and probably every other girl who knows about him) like to imagine that he's singing his songs to me... Anyway, a friend and I are talking about road trip to LA this fall, and I was imagining that we got down there, and were exploring the city, when we met Josh walking down the sidewalk. Now, of course this would NEVER happen, but... He stops us and introduces himself (of course though we know who he is, but don't make a big deal about the fact that he's in the middle of the sidewalk talking to us... you know, the publicity thing...). So, anywho, he stops us and tells us that there's an award show that night and he and a friend were thinking they'd do something different for their dates and pick a couple of random girls in the city, and we looked like nice girls. So he asks us if we wanted to be his and his friend's dates for the evening. Of course we say 'yes', but we didn't have anything to wear. SO, Josh takes us shopping for a couple of evening gowns... Then we get our hair and makeup done professionally, and meet up with Josh's friend, and away the four of us go. Yup, I have a good imagination. Meh, it helped pass the time at work. Sometimes though, I wish just once in a while things could happen like they do in daydreams and movies... I guess I'm a big fan of fairytales. And daydreams. And I know God has something and someone way better for me than I could think or imagine or daydream, but it is still nice to dream. =:^)

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

More Random Blogthings...

You Are a Cappuccino

You're fun, outgoing, and you love to try anything new.

However, you tend to have strong opinions on what you like.

You are a total girly girly at heart - and prefer your coffee with good conversation.

You're the type that seems complex to outsiders, but in reality, you are easy to please

You Are a Mermaid

You are a total daydreamer, and people tend to think you're flakier than you actually are.

While your head is often in the clouds, you'll always come back to earth to help someone in need.

Beyond being a caring person, you are also very intelligent and rational.

You understand the connections of the universe better than almost anyone else.

Random Blogthing...

Your Career Type: Artistic

You are expressive, original, and independent.

Your talents lie in your artistic abilities: creative writing, drama, crafts, music, or art.

You would make an excellent:

Actor - Art Teacher - Book Editor

Clothes Designer - Comedian - Composer

Dancer - DJ - Graphic Designer

Illustrator - Musician - Sculptor

The worst career options for your are conventional careers, like bank teller or secretary.

Thursday, May 21, 2009


Some people have a shoe fetish. Or a purse fetish. Maybe even a hat fetish. While I do quite enjoy the searching for, purchasing, and wearing of all these items, I'd have to say I have instead a journal fetish. That's right, I LOVE journals! I tend to use different journals for different things, and have at least two or three going at any one time. I'll think of any excuse to buy a cute journal that catches my eye, and have quite a few that I haven't started to write in yet.
There's so much potential in an empty journal; blank pages waiting to be filled with hopes and dreams, heartbreaks, secrets, lists and general ramblings. I always have expectations when I start a new journal to create these eloquent works of art in my writing, but I usually end up with splotched pages, doodles, and even half-written entries. While this disappoints me slightly, it will never stop me from writing in and loving my journals. =:^)


Thursday, May 14, 2009

Daydream believer?

I've been having this recurring daydream; I'm taking a walk down in the woods by the creek, when this guy comes up and asks if he can walk with me. He's cute, so of course I say 'sure'. We start chatting, and, long story short, we start hanging out, fall in love, and get married... down by the creek. Fat chance of that happening. But anyway, its a nice daydream; so much nicer in my head than in print.
It's absolutely gorgeous down by the creek right now; all the snow's melting/ed up in the mountains and the creek is rushing and roaring through the normally quiet wood. The atmosphere down there is enchanting; cool and damp on a hot day, and the wet cedar smell is one of my favourite fragrances! If only bottled cedar fragrance smelled a little more like that and a little less like chemicals... Anyway, can't wait to go for another walk down there!

Tuesday, May 12, 2009


Voices; from the left and the right, pushing their way through my thoughts.
A plethora of tones, styles, and words; the resonance an incessant drone, rising and falling in volume and intensity, punctuated by a laugh or exclamation.
Voices, male and female, blend together in harmony and dissonance. Voices happy and sad, loud and soft. No words to make out; just people talking, and talking endlessly.
A symphony performed by oblivious musicians. People unmindful of all but those with whom their voices connect.
I stand, bid farewell to the cafe, and leave the voices behind.

Sunday, May 10, 2009

'Mi Morena'

I saw this picture on Doorways Around the World and really loved it because it totally made me think of the Josh Groban song 'Mi Morena'. Whenever I hear that song, I imagine a girl dancing in an Italian or Sicilian cobblestone courtyard, clothed in a beautiful white dress. She has long, flowing, dark hair, and a wreath of flowers on her head. She's dark-skinned, beautiful, barefoot, and is wearing bracelets and anklets. There's the faint sound of someone playing Spanish guitar coming from some open window, and she's dancing in the rain. Of course she thinks she's alone, but unbeknownst to her, the man who loves her is silently watching from his balcony, just drinking in the sight of her; the rain making her dress and hair cling to her body as she twirls with arms outstretched.

(Photographer: Melinda Brovelli of Melinda Trips 2007. This doorway is in Sciacca, Sicily.)

Thursday, May 7, 2009

Song by Eden

I went on down to the bridges of life and met my Grandma there
She sprayed on too much perfume, and turned blue, and didn't know what to do
And her hair all fell out.

Eden Dyck, 4 years old

Friday, April 10, 2009


It isn't long ago that I would write and the words would flow so effortlessly. I have wondered why that recently, I can hardly write at all. I feel the need, the urgency to let words flow onto paper, to mingle elegant words together to create beautiful verse and rhyme. But my imagination has gone and left me. I yearn to write; to put pen to paper and let the words stream out of my mind into plain view, but often nothing comes. It is frustrating, confusing, and depressing.
I think I have figured out why I find it so hard to write of late: My focus has changed. I have gone from thinking and writing about God, His creation, and His people, to writing about me, my feelings, and my desires. And now my well has gone dry. Tisn't a bad thing to write about self, though one can only write so much about onesself before they run out of things to write. Therefore, I believe that a shift in focus is essential for my writing, and, with God's help, I hope to accomplish this.


Inside of me is a poem, a masterpiece just waiting to be released. I close my eyes and open my mouth, but my tongue stays silent. I reach for paper to write it down, but my hand goes still. My heart cries to be released in this creative venture, yet my mind does not receive the promptings and cues from my soul. What can be done to set free the creativity locked inside? I must find release for these thoughts and emotions. I must set loose these visions in my heart. I must be free!

Thursday, April 9, 2009

Quote: What Is Joy?

"Joy is when your heart and spirit soar and fly!"
~ My 4-year old sister, Eden

Sunday, April 5, 2009


"When the night is bad and my nerves are shattered and the waves break over the sides, Infinity speaks. God Almighty shares through His Son the depth of His feelings for me, His love flashes into my soul, and I am overtaken by mystery."

~Brennan Manning in The Furious Longing Of God

Sunday, March 29, 2009


Outside, the air gets warmer; the sun shines again.
Inside feels as cold and dark as a stormy winter's night.
Outside, trees are budding, flowers are blooming, birds are singing; there is life all around.
Inside feels dead, dreary, desolate; but wait... Movement!
Turmoil. Confusion. Creativity colliding with concrete walls in heart and mind.
Must beak free; express tangibly.
Frustration builds as passions tarry behind steel doors.
Outside, spring is in the air, and creatures awake from slumber.
Inside, a bound heart cries out, "God save me!"

Saturday, March 28, 2009


I've been feeling a bit blah and uninspired lately, and I came across this website Polyvore stumbling blogs, so I thought I'd try it out and here's what I came up with...

B&W - by hellwreckin.gurl on Polyvore.com

Saturday, March 14, 2009


"What's life about anyway", is the question in my mind. Is it about giving all you can to make the word a better place to live? Is it about self-satisfaction and self-gratification; doing what I want and trying to make myself happy? I just don't know.
I look ahead on the road of life and see so many paths I could take; too many choices! Some are broad and straight, while others are narrow and winding. Some go uphill, some go down, and others are hidden by trees and brush. Some look easy to follow with no great destination, while others have ends so inviting, but paths filled with rocks and thornbushes.
I wonder then, is the end really worth the pain and struggle? Seemingly all these roads have tollbooths at their starts and some farther on as well. Many accept a toll greater than I can afford. This does nothing to help my decision, but may even hinder it. Mayhap I have a destiny down one of those roads...
What is my purpose on this earth? Where does my passion lie? Which path do I traverse?

March 12th 2009

Thursday, March 12, 2009

Christmas Poem

Angels bent low one cold dark night to worship the One whom they adored;
A babe, just born in a stable stall, He was Christ, the Lord.
They braved the cold and endured the smell to hear the lusty cries
Of the Child who brought tears of joy to His mother's eyes.

The angels flew to hills nearby to spread the news of joy.
Shepherds were among the first to hear of the baby boy.
The angels watched as some wise men traveled from afar.
On camels' backs they made their way by following a star.

"Surely," All the angels said, "We won't forget the sight
Of the Son of God coming to earth on this cold, dark night."

December 2008

Life Soundtrack

So, here's how it works:

1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)
2. Put it on shuffle
3. Press play
4. For every question, type the song that's playing
5. When you go to a new question, press the next button
6. Don't lie and try to pretend you're cool...just type it in man!

Opening Credits:
Loving Me Anyway - Jaylene Johnson

Waking Up:
So She Dances - Josh Groban

First Day At School:
Is This Love - Bob Marley

Falling In Love:
I Do - Paul Brandt

Fight Song:
Stuck In The Middle With You - BTO

Breaking Up:
All Over Me - Paul Brandt

Once In A Lifetime - Keith Urban

If I Had A Million Dollars - Barenaked Ladies

Mental Breakdown:
How Do You Know - Third Day

How Long - Andy Shauf

Wonder - Jaylene Johnson

Getting Back Together:
Communion - Third Day

Only Have My Love - Jaylene Johnson

Birth of Child:
Glory - Casting Crowns

Final Battle:
I Can Feel It - Third Day

Death Scene:
Weeping Time - Jon Buller

Funeral Song:
Gone Is The Light - Steve Bell

End Credits:
Let Me Fall - Josh Groban

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

More Randomosities

Because I have SO much time on my hands and NOTHING else to do... (not)

You Are A Thoughtful Idealist

You are a bit tentative when it comes to new experiences. You have to push yourself to try new things, but once you do, you love the adventure.

You like to think that people are impressed by you. You know that you have a lot to offer.

You are a very romantic person. You can't help but see the world as it should be.

Right now, you feel like the whole world is open to you. You see lots of possibilities.

Overall, your life is dramatic and unpredictable. You life in interesting times.

You feel like the fate of the future partially rests in your hands. You believe you need to help make the world a better place.

You Are a Hazelnut Latte

You often having the craving for something exotic. You get bored easily.

You are a true adventurer. Nothing makes you happier than traveling.

You're a very cosmopolitan and worldly person. You have sophisticated tastes.

You have a keen attention to detail. Little things matter to you - you are a bit of a perfectionist.

You Are 84% Interesting

Believe it or not, you are a very fascinating person.

You're probably too busy being interesting to realize exactly how interesting you are.

You have a rich, full life. You are curious about the world, and you are very open to new experiences.

You have a lot to talk about, and people find you to be an amazing conversationalist.

And most importantly, you are truly interested in other people. How could anyone find that boring?

You truly listen and learn from others. You're not self absorbed or shallow.

You Are the Sense of Sound

You love to talk, but you also love to listen.

You are simply a natural conversationalist.

You can have a deep conversation that lasts for hours and come out of it feeling energized.

You have a good ear for foreign languages and accents of all sorts.

You can imitate people quite well.

You also are a huge lover of music. You probably love music more than most people you know.

Your Fitness Type: Expressive

You find most exercise to be repetitive and dull.

But if you're able to express yourself, you hardly feel like you're exercising.

Try taking a dance class. Any kind that interests you, from ballet to hip hop.

You may also find that skiing, skateboarding, and roller skating are expressive sports in their own right!


Your Birthday Predicts You're Independent

Ever since you were born, you've loved doing your own thing.

You enjoy puzzles and games. Anything that stretches your mind interests you.

You are a quiet person - often lost in your own thoughts. Others find you completely mysterious.

You have so much fun thinking, dreaming, and planing. You hardly have time for friends.

You Crave an Important Life

Your dream is to life a live a life that leaves a mark.

You'd like to have a mission or journey to complete, even if it takes years.

You want your life to be meaningful, and having a final goal brings you meaning.

You'd like to accomplish something big, if only to inspire others to believe it can be done.

Your Friendship Style is Empathetic

You deeply care about each person you're friends with. For you, friendship is all about the personal connection.

You tend to know everything about your friends' lives... and they know everything about yours. Your friends are your confidants.

You are always there for your friends. You celebrate their successes and support them in their times of need.

You are as loyal as they come. And you expect the same loyalty and understanding from your friends in return.

You and another Empathetic Friend: Have a amazing friendship, when it works. You care for each other deeply, but you often end up with hurt feelings and drama.

You and a Gregarious Friend: May have a bit of a one sided friendship. You adore your Social Friend, but you sometimes feel a bit neglected.

You and an Independent Friend: Struggle a bit. You are very interested in your Independent Friend's life, but your friend often needs more space.

You and a Philosophical Friend: Respect one another. You love to learn about your Philosophical Friend's brilliant ideas.

You Are a Mac

You are creative, stylish, and super trendy.

You are a bit obsessed with gadgets, and you like owning the newest devices.

You aren't the type of person who separates work from pleasure.

In your opinion, all work should be fun. You love creating.

Aesthetics are very important to you. You like to be surrounded by beautiful, sleek things.

You demand the best - even if it costs an arm and a leg.

Your Travel Personality Is: The Adventurer

For you, travel is how you learn about the world. And you like to learn the stuff that's not in guidebooks.

You truly have wanderlust. When you're not traveling, you're dreaming about where you'll go next.

And your travels are truly legendary - they leave you with stories you'll be telling for the rest of your life!

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Writers Block

Within me are the makings of a perfect storm; tumultuous thoughts twist and tangle together with long-lost figments and fancies, kicking up dust and stirring leaves long settled in my mind. If I could but unleash the force of these imaginings and develop them into something tangible, there may just happen to be a mind-storm of epic proportions.
Alas, as I place pen upon paper, all becomes calm. My hand stays still as a statue. Not one thought flutters. Not one picture glimmers in the light of an idea. Not one ink stroke does my pen produce. Nothing at all. The leaves settle once again.