andrea. NINEteen. atenist. leftie. born to fly; will take to the skies someday. Godchaser. Loves sushi. Hates driving. Wants to be covered in a cloud. Will admit to an obsession with Grey's Anatomy, Heroes, and Private Practice: guilty and guilty.
is going deaf on: mae, david crowder band, delirious, charlie hall, jason upton, jason mraz, sugarfree, bamboo, imago, eraserheads, lifehouse, vertical horizon, nickel creek, matt redman, relient k, starfield, ben folds five, better than ezra, foy vance, snow patrol, the afters. in no particular order.
feeds on the words of: the Holy Spirit, c.h. spurgeon, c.s. lewis, winkie pratney, scott cairns, ee cummings, rainer maria rilke, gerard manley hopkins, john donne.
guilty pleasures: hot chocolate, caramel macchiato, mcdonald's katipunan, watermelon shakes, sleep, carmex, moleskines, terry's chicken, peter mayle, frances mayes.
creditation: killcolor for the layout.
Ignorant before the heavens of my life,
I stand and gaze in wonder. Oh the vastness
of the stars. Their rising and descent. How still.
As if I didn't exist. Do I have any
share in this? Have I somehow dispensed with
their pure effect? Does my blood's ebb and flow
change with their changes? Let me put aside
every desire, every relationship
except this one, so that my heart grows used to
its farthest spaces. Better that it live
fully aware, in the terror of its stars, than
as if protected, soothed by what is near.
-rainer maria rilke