Stories and fairytales

Must-see article.

The Shoestring Philanthropist rocks in my opinion! Maybe instead of studying with a bunch of different religions like the Amish, Quakers, and Buddhists when I come of age, I'll become a shoestring philanthropist for a few years :)

As I wrote in my journal after pasting the article in; 
"the article proves that it is the little things that count, and we can make things better on a much wider level than we'd ever thought. 
"That's beautiful.
"But then again, I think almost everything is beautiful..."

I see what you mean, about the desert, that is. There's just something about red rock, soaring cliffs, and pebbly ground that makes the soul want to fly.
Stricken, I am pain.
Beauty, a sharply sweet sword.
My eyes are open.

Merry Christ-mas, m'lovlies! I hope that all your wishes and wants have come true.

I make my own memories.

Amin harmuva onalle e'cormamin.

Thank you God for all the beauty in nature, the people, and the animals around me.
I believe, I know, and I see all that you give to me and the world.
Diola lle, Adonai.

Ashleigh

You say my name like a brook of blue water unfolding over a smooth gray-rock stream bed.

Heartstrings

If I offered you a piece of my heart, would you accept it into yours? Would you cherish it?
Or would you turn away from my outstretched hands, would you spurn my highest offering?
Because, as you should know, my offering already belongs to you, whether or not if you accept it.

Strange how a simple movie can change you forever... (would you be proud?)

Weirdly enough, "Inception" was one of the best mind openingly spiritual things to happen to me in awhile.
While watching it, I was facinated, utterly intrigued, my mind had changed dimensions, and it loved the feeling.
After I had watched it, while I was laying in bed waiting for sleep to come, but almost wanting to stay up and run mazes forever, I thought in new an beautiful ways. I touched recesses in my mind that I hadn't known, or, perhaps, had forgotten about. I wish I could remember some of the questions I asked. They were beautiful and finely wrought to experience.

"My heart has become newly wrought over the years, and many times over. My soul has changed trough a thousand different favorite colors." I am always the best person I can be at the time, though not alway the best person I ever been. But it doesn't really always matter, does it.

I can only remember bits and pieces, scraps of torn paper tugging at the edges of a restless mind, but they're almost enough to satisfy, almost enough to fly me off to new worlds.

Why can't I ever remember the things thought at the end of the day?

The soul shines with all of it's ability, but the skin is the only thing that stands between me and the world.

Why do I want to share so much, why do I feel as if I have to share, but I'm afraid others will think I'm bragging, or that I'm placing myself above them?

Man I wish my sibs would quit using the family (my!!!!) camera so much for stupid things, it's always out of batteries when I want to take a really good picture :(
It has rechargable batteries, but they're pretty old and die quickly. So that's not helping ANYTHING at all...

I'm ranting on here 'cause I have the 'touch and I can't rant on Facebook right now. And, besides, I can write more in-depth on here, whereas, on facebook, I woul probably just post "I wish my sibs would quit using my CAMERA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"