
Inspired @ MindSay 
Okay, so lately i have been feeling alot better, happy even and somewhat inspired.
This is all down to a guy. Yeah a guy. I know it shouldn't take someone else to make me happy, but he's amazing and without him i feel empty. It's funny, how much of an impact someone else can have on your life.
Okay so about this guy. His name is Justin, he's dark, handsome and sweet. My prince. The guy all little girls dream about meeting when they grow up.
Our love is so special, magical. When i'm talking with him it's as though nothing else matters, just us.
He makes me nervous. When he calls me beautiful or pretty, i get an amazing feeling. Or when he calls me his baby, i feel my heart beating hard inside my chest.
I know he's the perfect person for me, we're meant to be together and he loves me just as much as i love him.
I would do anything for him.
Yesterday I was watching a show I enjoy called " Living East". It's on CBC - the Canadian channel- and is about various lifestyles, interesting places, history, etc on the east coast of Canada.
The host interviewed a hockey team yesterday, "the Huffer's N Puffer's". They are a group of senior men that play hockey 2-3 times a week. The YOUNGEST player is 60 years old, the STAR (#9) is 78, the Coach is 83 and he refer's to the team as "the boys". It was wonderful to see this group of 20 or so totally engrossed in what they loved to do, playing younger teams, laughing, loving life, and smiling all the way. The team Star said that while at 78 it took a couple of shifts/lines on the ice to work all his kinks out, after that he played like he always has. Another said he was a little tired after the game, but after a hot shower he was ready for coffee with the team and a full day.
I enjoyed this short interview so much I wanted to write about it. It's funny how some days the oddest things show up to inspire and move me. I thought about the beauty of these gentlemen and the pride they had in just having fun. I admired how they live in the moment, enjoying each game to the fullest, not to win or lose, but to just really play. While they surely had a competitive streak it was light hearted and filled with jousts and teasing. They play at this game for the sheer beauty of playing, of the feel of the skates on their feet, the stick on the ice, and a good slap shot when it happens. They play not for the next game, or the big cup, there isn't one. They hope they are here for next weeks game, but to be certain they play like every game is their last with utter joy and inhibition.
WOW! I haven't seen hockey expressed that way since I was a child playing in my back yard with the neighborhood boys. Or since I watched my nephew when he was 3 play. It was nothing but revelry to actually touch the puck, and then usually most of the team fell on it, but we/they loved every second refusing to stop until the skates were frozen to our feet.
Yep, it gave me some great perspective and inspiration and has me thinking about what I might do/play with a team again, just for the fun of it, and the joy of the game.
Namaste'
The show on Thursday Mar.1, 2000 is at this website if one wants to watch, scroll ahead to about 3/4 way to find the Huffers N Puffers interview.
I was asked by eyesthebye to tell what inspires me, so here it is.
I’ve always kind of been transcendently artistic; I come from an artistic family.
I’ve played classical piano for about 10+ years (no so much for the past few of them)
I’ve drawn since I could hold a pencil
I’ve written since I first learned how
When I was about 13 I started slowly getting into the whole computer arts thing and neglected traditional art. But it wasn’t till I met Leif that I really got into the whole Photoshop thing. I’m not that great of a traditional artist but if I try hard enough I can do some pretty awesome things. I find that a lot of the time things come to me whenever the hell feel like it? I get a lot of inspiration from my friends and boyfriend (lol my always pseudo-muse, even if he isn’t the cause or main topic he’s usually got some part in it sometimes I’m convinced it’s just in my imagination?) If you only could only see the hundreds of sketch books I have just randomly laying around my disaster area of a room, you could probably gather that I’m into drawing…just a bit? Some are half full others are completely full; I’ve got little cartoons or sketches of my friends, whatever I felt like saying without saying it, some of the weird things in my life that are spontaneous yet not exactly abnormal occurrences. Music is one of my major downfalls…I probably keep the music industry in business with how many CD’s I purchase. >.> I know I’ve kept the U.S. sales for H.I.M. Merchandise up? If I sold all my CD’s for their original price I could probably pay for a very nice car…in cash. I seem to come up with ideas when I’m half awake too, not sure why. I also am intrigued by other people’s styles of art, I often will try to duplicate pictures to see what it takes to draw like them (then they usually get trashed, I am no art thief, I often tell people that the main object of whatever art I am displaying is not mine if it isn’t.) I guess it doesn’t take much to inspire me? I'll draw whatever I feel like drawing - nothing is really taboo to me? I've drawn nude women for mural artists to put on cars and things like that...I dunno, inspiraton comes easy for the most part, it just the matter of said inspiration knocking hard enough for me to get off my lazy ass to let it in.
Any Questions?
Black's Bridge. This bridge crosses the Scott River and connects the west & east sides of the valley. We live on the west side of the valley. Crossed over on our journey today.
Taken from Black's Bridge. Looking up river. Blackberry bushes line the bank.
Looking down river from bridge. River is down quite a bit. The local ranchers use a lot of this water for irrigation of their fields. In Spring this water is running quite high and swift. Towards the beginning to middle of summer this is a great rafting river for local kids.
The ranchers have been busy bailing up their last cutting of hay. Water lines are being broken down now. Fields are turning brown. The growing season is over.
Some of our local residents. These didn't run when I pulled out the camera.
One of many old abandoned buildings out in a field. They are scattered everywhere around here. The road we were on here is actually part of the Oregon Trail.
Another building in the same field. Saw one of the biggest bucks ever here a few years back. No such luck today.
This barn was chuck full of hay. Can't tell in the picture ... so sorry about that. I tried.
Aspen trees. Probably one of my top three favorite trees. Love the way the wind sounds blowing through the leaves. So soothing!
Well, hope everyone enjoys the pictures as much as I enjoyed our little outting. Enjoy Fall. Enjoy the colors.
Peace. J.
Missionary life is always part of a human person who follows Christ. I was deeply moved during the entire immersion. The barangays where I was assigned allowed me to experience God’s loving providence. I realized that in spite of difficult life experienced during the immersion, God remained with us. He provided the necessary things that I needed. I remember the words of the Lord Jesus, “Courage… Do not be afraid!” God’s providence was greatly and concretely made visible through the people I met. I see Jesus in each one of them.
With the immersion, I experienced an inspiring journey in which my trust and love with the Lord became strong. To love God, therefore, is to trust Him unceasingly.
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