[days of sunshine and frost]

['To my band of boarders 2']

We Happy Few

Once more, lend a mythic eye to your situation. Let your heart ponder this:

You awake to find yourself in the middle of a great and terrible war. It is, in fact, our most desperate hour. Your King and dearest Friend calls you forth. Awake, come fully alive, your good heart set free and blazing for him and for those yet to be rescued. You have a glory that is needed. You are given a quest, a mission that will take you deep into the heart of the kingdom of darkness, to break down gates of bronze and cut through bars of iron so that your people might be set free from their bleak prisons. He asks that you heal them. Of course, you will face many dangers; you will be hunted.

Would you try and do this alone?

Something stronger than Fate has chosen you. Evil will hunt you. And so a Fellowshipmust protect you.

Honestly, though he is a very brave and true Hobbit, Frodo hasn't a chance without Sam, Merry, Pippin, Gandalf, Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli. He will need his friends. And you will need yours. You must cling to those you have, you must search wide and far for those you do not yet have. You must not go alone. From the beginning, right there in Eden, the Enemy's strategy has relied upon a simple aim: Divide, and conquer. Get them isolated, and take them out.

You see this sort of thing at the center of every great story. Dorothy takes her journey with the Scarecrow, the Tinman, the Lion, and of course, Toto. Maximus rallies his little band and triumphs over the greatest empire on earth. When Captain John Miller is sent deep behind enemy lines to save Private Ryan, he goes in with a squad of men. And, of course, Jesus had the Twelve. This is written so deeply on our hearts: You must not go alone. The Scriptures are full of such warnings, but until we see our desperate situation, we hear it as an optional religious assembly for an hour on Sunday mornings.

Imagine you are surrounded by a small company of friends who know you well (characters, to be sure, but they love you, and you have come to love them). They understand that we are all at war, know that the purposes of God are to bring a man or woman fully alive, and are living by sheer necessity and joy in the Four Streams. They fight for you, and you for them. Imagine you could have a little fellowship of the heart. Would you want it, if it were available?

That is our destiny.

(John Eldredge: Waking The Dead , p. 186-187 ) 

[drawing faces]

played with photoshop, layers hues saturation, really simple,

almost like stretching, while working on something more complicated.

[ella con hable]

She draws sweet pictures to your words,
Writes down aberrant words for your songs.
Savage,
She was born again as a white tiger.
Controversial stretching across canvas.
Her laughter is soap bubbles on the sky
and she doesn't let you go before
the dawn paints scenery with it's golden hue.
Uncontrollably life giving
breathing strong
longing, what a beautiful word
(kaipaus mikä ihana sana)
for space that gives form for
things once dreamed off.
With tickling beams of light you drew her out of shadows
after
recognising something in her
rather priceless.
She dances around like diamonds of kaleidoscope
so don't worry if the equation always
ends up different outcome,
and yet you can't quite find loyalty
like that in anywhere beyond jonathan.
Fairies burn,
fluffy ones die,
But Hope will live to eternity.

[will fight to defend]

© photographed by Scott B.

Grant me with Wisdom.
Gentleness. Spice. Loyalty. Fierce love.

If I am,
is it too much for you, will you turn away
to
shallow waters.
Storm in me,
never quite still but
yet calmness that conquers.
Invitation to invite the mystery along.

And it is enchanting
how have you chosen to withdraw
with so much to give why do you keep it
I can see so much greatness,
son of man
but then again greater hands hidden you for season
but why
Can you see what I see
Does it take one to know one
Will you let me in
Will you accept

[Happy Birthday Blog!]

This is a business of a window of opportunity
to see into a closed heart and soul
painting with words
overflow of overwhelmed
a scenery of blazing hot desert

Greetings from the girl
who began this blog 4 years ago.

unfolding,
dry as a bone
uncertainty makes me shiver
whole physical being
asking for acceptance
searching for that liberating safety
Wild night of the rainforest
sounds of steaming darkness
wild wild wild
will you tame it
make your own

Remedy, savannah of hope
Is to be close enough to hear
to sense to know.
to fight on the same side
for the causes that kill us.
I dare you.

[Stoughton Stichers fashionista speaks]

The other night in the dinner table we had a discussion about mens 
autumn fashion and especially mens knitwear. As I sometimes do get 
enthusiastic and rather passionate and unforgivable opinionated 
about mens fashion I thought I'd give this one a bit more thought.
You don’t have to be a hipster thin to wear cardigans or knitwear. 
Just layer it over non-bulky shirts like thin button ups, 
a bit of check check or a t-shirt. If men just knew how
much they can change their image quite easily, 
I'm not saying it's at all about looks,
but a little bit of effort to show off your personality 
and it can open up a whole new world.
And knitted things do kind of say 'I'm huggable but cool' :D


Here are my seven favourites for the season. All we need now is
a fireplace or candles, mulled wine or hot chocolate and some funky music
and winter can come anytime it likes.

Becks showing the way of wearing
a granpa gardigan, and looking good. 

This would be better in just one color, but you get the idea.

This is definitely one of my favorites.
You just want to give this man a hug.

Random but rather cool way to wear knitwear.

Casual with style.

Old fashioned gentleman look. Very hot.

Can I knit you a scarf to go with that Ed?

[pro-vision]

A friend of mine was today at our prayer night playing guitar
as we prayed and listened at one point this is what the music sounded like:
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And for sure they will come/
marching on their knees/
with what look like empty hands/
broken hearts/
But their eyes burn with hope so bright
the watermark of eternity/
branded with promise/
Their arms are full
they are carrying home
those daughters of Zion
the once lost sons of the High King
Vagabonds stepping in to claim their throne
And they sing
And they dance hauntingly beautiful
dangerously upbeat and provokingly pure
dance and yes they sing
For the Glorious One
Who is
And was
And is to Come.
He is coming.
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