The past few days I've written half posts and then haven't published them.
I feel like I am learning so much- I am relearning what I 'know' in my head to be placed in my little heart, my small hands. How can I explain? Language is so limiting.
I wish to sing.
Switchfoot - Your Love is a Song
January 16, 2010
January 04, 2010
Reading
A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us.
- Kafka
Reading is powerful and painful in its property of the personal. When I read, I create my own esoteric world out of inner imaginings. This allows me to explore; allows me to freely learn, be embarrassed and ask questions because I am rarely shy around myself. Thus, reading gives much power in its potential; it frees us to look at ourselves and create without needing to be conscious of an outer other. However, in its property of personal-ness also lies pain. It reveals to us some true depth of loneliness in the consciousness of self and of our state of alienation from the anything other. In reading, sometimes the worlds created are so pregnant with poignancy and beauty that I wish to share with someone else where I have gone, but, alas!, how can I? How can anyone else experience what I experience without being me?
(An excerpt from my "Why I read, How I read, What I read" Essay: Rough Copy #3. I don't think I am going to use this paragraph in the end, but at the same time I didn't want to lose it. So here.)
Reading is truly something else. Whereas films or lullabies can stimulate the creative imaginings, it presents a world already formed to your outer senses. We all see the same screen, we hear the same notes. But in reading one is understanding- one is seeing or hearing in the mind! But in reading lies the secret: the deep, deep secret of a self created world.
- Kafka
Reading is powerful and painful in its property of the personal. When I read, I create my own esoteric world out of inner imaginings. This allows me to explore; allows me to freely learn, be embarrassed and ask questions because I am rarely shy around myself. Thus, reading gives much power in its potential; it frees us to look at ourselves and create without needing to be conscious of an outer other. However, in its property of personal-ness also lies pain. It reveals to us some true depth of loneliness in the consciousness of self and of our state of alienation from the anything other. In reading, sometimes the worlds created are so pregnant with poignancy and beauty that I wish to share with someone else where I have gone, but, alas!, how can I? How can anyone else experience what I experience without being me?
(An excerpt from my "Why I read, How I read, What I read" Essay: Rough Copy #3. I don't think I am going to use this paragraph in the end, but at the same time I didn't want to lose it. So here.)
Reading is truly something else. Whereas films or lullabies can stimulate the creative imaginings, it presents a world already formed to your outer senses. We all see the same screen, we hear the same notes. But in reading one is understanding- one is seeing or hearing in the mind! But in reading lies the secret: the deep, deep secret of a self created world.
January 01, 2010
"I Love Deadlines..."
"I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by."
- Douglas Adams
Haha! I like this quote. That is not me, in fact I am straining to finish my ETS creative essay on "Why I read, How I read, and What I read" which is technically due Tuesday, but really can be handed in anytime before the semester ends... but for me it's due Tuesday... or Friday. We'll see.
Live fully today!
And don't forget nor neglect the sanctuary of your heart.
Love, Ev.
P.s. Let me tell you a story. So, I invited a few school friends to witness my baptism two years ago. One of them, D, is very caring and bought me a lovely 31-day devotional called "In Quietness and Confidence... a daily devotional for the making of a Godly Man." Thanks, D, thanks. He didn't realize this, of course, until I told him a few days later. And then, he didn't even offer a receipt. Actually, I was curious as to what it was about and used it this morning and learned quite a bit from it. Today was Psalm 131: the stillness of the soul. He reminded me that, when I invited God into the home of my heart, he had carved out a soundproof room that I may enter anytime and be with Christ. Something I needed.
- Douglas Adams
Haha! I like this quote. That is not me, in fact I am straining to finish my ETS creative essay on "Why I read, How I read, and What I read" which is technically due Tuesday, but really can be handed in anytime before the semester ends... but for me it's due Tuesday... or Friday. We'll see.
Live fully today!
And don't forget nor neglect the sanctuary of your heart.
Love, Ev.
P.s. Let me tell you a story. So, I invited a few school friends to witness my baptism two years ago. One of them, D, is very caring and bought me a lovely 31-day devotional called "In Quietness and Confidence... a daily devotional for the making of a Godly Man." Thanks, D, thanks. He didn't realize this, of course, until I told him a few days later. And then, he didn't even offer a receipt. Actually, I was curious as to what it was about and used it this morning and learned quite a bit from it. Today was Psalm 131: the stillness of the soul. He reminded me that, when I invited God into the home of my heart, he had carved out a soundproof room that I may enter anytime and be with Christ. Something I needed.
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