thought

How did Jesus respond to Judus even though he already knew that Judus would betray him? Will a kiss betray us all? What does this say about trust and trusting each other?

a sending a calling

As of now İ am sitting in my room. Outside the call to prayer is singing loudly. This is the first time İ have been able to blog ın weeks. There was limited access to this page from other computers. The days seem to blend together and İ am learning much about myself while trying to relax and trying to clear my head from the things that await me when İ return.

İt seems that life is short and that we are all trying to live in a world of injustice and selfishness. What is left to do but pray and trust God. As people of ourselves we are trying to live a little better than before if we have that luxury. Some do not. Some are enslaved.




Ocassionaly I am hearing that Americans are spoiled. We have every opportunity to do the things we want but few of us really take advantage. We are proud and ridiculous. What is hard to Americans is cake to the rest of the world. Generally our hardships are mental. Our hearts were buried long ago and passion is unseen.

Something İ have seen in many of the people here is a passion to follow their heart. Sometimes their heart can bring hurt but that does not stop them from continuing to risk, continuing to love, continuing to live.

So let us look to the good simple things in life. The fall leaves. Orange juice. Good wine. Air. Laughter. Wisdom. Love. Let us appreciate what we have now before we miss it. Let us not take anything for granted but have hearts of thankfulness willing to risk.

In Love...

Books: Wounded Prophet, With open hands by Henri Nouwen, and Ruthless Trust by Brennen Manning
Music: Ryan Adams


My time experiencing the simplicity of silence and solitude was wonderful. We stayed at a retreat house by the coast. I arrived in the evening, we ate dinner, read a liturgy and began our time of silence. I was still getting over my jet lag a bit and my room had a lot of mold growing in it. (Sarah don't come here for vacation.) So in the middle of the night I woke with my eyes burning and my lungs hurting. I went to the sitting room and sat by the fire and prayed. It was a wonderful time of peace, and God speaking His love for me. In the morning they switched my room and I took a little nap. We read 3 liturgies each day along with some taize songs which will be perfect for me to learn on the harp. Through out my time I walked through a village and to the beach, as well as could not put the book wounded prophet Henri Nouwens biography down. I realized that I am in love with him (Kelsy I am not replacing him with George Orwell I now love them both equally.) His view toward life and vulnerability are always challanging me. I realized that of all the people I admire it is because they are open about their heart and therefore very much human in my eyes. They are relatable and comfortable to speak with. (Mary If you have not read wounded propet I strongly recommend it. After school books of course.) Now I am staying with a wonderful women named Amalie and she is making me feel quite welcome. We get along great and I have since painted my first big picture since my restart of water coloring. She wanted one for her house and I am quite proud of it.

As I continue to contemplate how to trust a God who is uncomprehendable, whose love is greater than I can grasp may you be blessed with peace and shining smiles in your daily life.

Arrivng to miricles!

Well I am here in Belfast Ireland now. With a long trip and a cancelled flight it was hard to keep my eyes open but I made it.
I love how everyone here uses terms of endearment, like love, darling, or a new one from the taxi driver pat. It does make me feel better.

The Air coach (bus) dropped me off in front of a hotel which I asked to use the phone. I had previously exchanged enough euros some time in Ireland with out knowing that here in the north they use pounds. I tried to use the phone for about 2 min. before noticing the sign that told me. I then pulled out of my change purse containing 4 pounds, 1 to use the phone. No anwser. I was supposed to call her when I got here, so I left a messasge saying I would try and take a taxi to the base address. After a little thought I waited outside.

"Where too love?" Jim the taxi driver asked. "37 townshed please"
"Are you sure? I cant picture any houses over there just commercial" He said

we typed the address in and we checked it out,and there was nothing.
"Are you sure it might not be a church pat? I remember dropping a swiss guy off there once before." He said

That has to be it! We drove from the Catholic side to the protastant side of the street and arrived at a very lonley dark church. There was no one around.

"Well do you have a phone number pat?"

He proceeded to call the list of numbers I had from his cell, with no answer to any of them. At last I asked him to drop me off at a hostel. As we slowly drove away a little red car was honking and pulled up alongside us.

"Is that tierney in there" the girl yelled. It was Erin.

"why yes it is" relpied Jim, "Boy God is good, and what a great taxi driver you have"

Yes it was a miricle that at that time in the city she found me.

I then needed to pay him 5 pounds, which I did not have. I asked him if I could pay in euros, but that was not in the question... he went and got it from my friend.

I am so thankful that I did have a nice helpful Taxi driver. You never know who is going to take atvantage. I am so thankful that it worked out and that I am learning so much about trust in God. I miss everyone already but will be on my way to silence and solitude to night. I am a little tired but good.

Praises

On track mind...kinda

In the last week I have finally felt some clarity in thought that I have not experienced in months. I have not blogged in awhile. So much has been happening and on the inside I feel as though I am stuck in rush hour stop-n-go traffic. I get going a little, try not to push the gas to much, neither do I try to push the break too much. Someone cuts me off someone else lets me over, and there is nothing I can do as I have to be patient and just kinda sort through.

Part of this feeling is do to my very Big news; however not so exciting as our economy takes a spiraling downshift. I traded my Vespa for a plane ticket.

This happened a few weeks ago. So I am going, October 15th - December 10th. Traveling on a pilgrimage across the world to seek peace with God. My own version of Eat, Pray, Love. Now that I think about it though it will look more like Pray, Rest, Love.

I will be leaving much behind to contemplate the way of Jesus, and the mold that I belong in, or got pushed into. I am a little nervous. Namely about trusting in God to provide. He has always proved faithful in providing for me. Time and time again I have watched in awe as miracles happen. However this time I will be without the comforts of familiar faces and surroundings. I will be without even perhaps those who speak a similar language or someone I can lean on when tired. As well as I will be going with less money then anticipated. I was hoping to have about $1500, at this point with buying my plane ticket to Kazakhstan I will have $200. At this point I would probably be freaking out and doing everything I can to make this possible, however I am simply so tired that it is hard to freak out.

Embarking on an adventure, without a tight rope will definitely impact the rest of my life. Please pray, that God will whisk me away, and help me to proclaim my identity solely in Him. Pray that I may be able to find the peace with myself and within myself that I once had. Pray that I come back with light in my eyes, and compassion in my heart. Pray for my courage.

I feel like the years have weathered and worn me down, and as silly as it would be for grandpa to go sky diving because he is no longer young and zealous, I feel that it might be just as silly for me to take this leap. So I will shut my eyes, breath in, and ...
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"It’s like being dipped in awesome all the time."

Says spinnaface.

If you have not seen spinnaface at your local portland event, then consider yourself blessed. Spinnaface is dressed in all black Adidas jump suit and shell toes, and has a spinna rim for a face. He is here to get this party started and "If we can party together, maybe we can live together." Let's hope that party doesn't get too crazy Mr. Idealistic chrome dome. I cannot blame you for trying. However do you really think that partying with expensive rims, and dancing with asian girls is really going to make this world a better place? Forget spinna rims buy some land, and please, please don't pressure me into giving you a hug or high five while your video camera cartel is filming. Maybe this is a good way to get hugs as opposed to before, but You don't know me. I don't know you. You could be some kind or skezzer under there.

For those you not yet in touch with your "inna spinna" here is a short vid to catch my point.





And of course the spinnaface show::

Best Read while playing the video

So last night I happened to experience my very first Bicycle beating. It was my fault really.

I was riding home from downtown. This was a last minute decision because I was thinking about just hoping on the bus with my bike, however as I started out I figured why not keep going? Feeling very confident in my no hands holding hipster style of riding I decided to call a friend I was in the middle of texting before I embarked on my journey. I did pretty well, but as the conversation started taking a little bit more concentration I quickly thought maybe I should just pull over. And before I knew it my face smacked into the pavement. Another cyclist was stopped behind me, also on his phone mind you, told the person on the other end, "hang on a second honey I am helping someone out." He helped me grab all my stuff out of the bike lane and prop my bike against the curb. To my surprise my glasses were not broken, nor any part of my body. He asked me if I was ok, to which my immediate response was, "How's my face?" He looked at me and said it looked fine. At this point I could not tell if I was bleeding. My friend that I was talking to came and picked me up and helped me clean and bandage my wounds. I am a bit of a baby when it comes to putting things on open wounds but with her help it worked out. Knowing my I could have just left it for later.

Life and accidents happen and the best part are great war wounds to share: