put your hand in mine. we will go skating...on the thinnest ice we can find

i have been extremely busy with the quarter at a close... i am almost finished with everything- 1 test and 1 paper left... all things education have taken over my life; it will be nice to think about other things/read "fun" books.

since i will be returning home (note: i use the word loosely, in that i can not really claim a particular place "home"), a friend (who is a music pastor) asked me to do a spoken word for a thanksgiving-type service his church is having... i do not think 'spoken words' really fit with who i am now, but i agreed to do it nonetheless... here are some lines of the one i am reading...

"He is beauty

oranges

blues

every hue

every shade

sunset and sunrise, whisper his name

He is holy

different

made human, became human, forgave human

He is spirit

He cannot be touched

explained

like sweet seconds of of prayers

like grandmother on knees

wood-floor bare

He is son

distinctly three

distinctly one

the only one

the only wise

the only resurrector of lives"

i am actually really excited about this. i was practicing tonight (my room mate is not here, so it was ok). i think i am going to "say" it to a m83 song... we'll see...