A Christmas gathering...

Don't rule Sam Morgan out in the 2007 elections

Pattern is hard to break...

Pattern is hard to break...
Pattern is hard to break...
Pattern is ha....
I see myself through a pair of binoculars. I'm looking down on my life, wondering, why can't I change one thing or another?
-and yet in that moment-
the one where the camera zooms in, time stands still and the "audience" is quiet,
I realize, my chance is here..

I love going home to...

cousins.












wearing big coats.












eating with my hands.
















my loves.












being fairies.












the starlite lanes.

Avant-garde Beauty

It's odd how beauty can strike you at the most unusual times and in the most unusual forms.

There is this women that regularly comes into the Homeless Center where I work. She is beauty in the truest form of the word. If you can look past the weathered skin and into her aging eyes you can understand beauty.

Since working here at the Center I have noticed how sometimes all people really need is someone to talk to. Sometimes that is all that she needs, someone to listen to her. Hearing the way she talks about her life on the streets is unreal. Unreal not for the fact of the robberies and the hardships that she faces as a homeless person. But unreal because her perspective is one like I've never seen before. She truly lives life to the fullest. Finding humor in the trials that she faces and optimism in the hardships she endures.

I am learning what beauty looks like.

(just two years ago)

These bodies rot away
like the humanness that lives inside them.
Life is so undeserving.
It's such a chance
we did not choose.
It's such a chance.
We play with.
Going in blindly,
not sure what shape were coming out as.
There is no guarantee
to take away the sting,
(of the salt rubbed so vicariously in the wound)

-Jacquie Mayotte 12/09/04

Record of Blessings...

God is so good.

It's amazing how much He blesses my life and how often times I never identify the blessings. He answers my prayers in ways I could never imagine, and then He is rarely ratified with the praise of the actual blessing.

Why is my nature so ungrateful?

ODE TO MARK

I am convinced that my husband Mark is one of the most humble, hard-working, servants that I have ever met. I am serious, few people ever see how much of himself and his time he dedicates to other people. Never saying a thing about it. I on the other hand don't mean to be loud and boisterous but I always seem to let everyone know what I am doing, sometimes it's my way of reaching out for prayer and support, and yeah, I'll admit it sometimes it's about pride. But my husband, he truly shows me what a servants heart looks like.

Along with his full time job, running a homeless shelter and taking care of my craziness, he has started a project delivering furniture to those in need. One weekend a month he and some of the guys from his work load up moving trucks and deliver donated furniture to those in need in the community.

Not only does he dedicate so much of his time and effort to others in the need but he is also such a sweet and giving host. My girlfriends come over all of the time, and my husband makes us tea, does the dishes and opens up our home at anytime, and to anyone. Last week some of my friends decided to spend the night, he pulled out new sheets and made the beds for them, parked their cars in the back, and made sure that they had all that they needed.

Does he sound real? I am in shock and in love with such a beautiful man that gives so much and asks so little.