Voices

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.

'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.)

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

Focus

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.

Release

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!

Quote: What Is Joy?

"Joy is when your heart and spirit soar and fly!"

~ My 4-year old sister, Eden

Quote

"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