God is real.

Just some thoughts about heaven.

Perhaps heaven isn't only just a place. Heaven is a collection of things that you love, things that make you feel like you're made from string and gold and released from God's palms. Things that have formed you as a human; experiences that have lifted your heart and opened your eyes. A collection of the songs you grew up listening to. The CD named, "Dad's Old Westerns" that your grandpa's mother listened to. A collection of moments that peace was spoken to your mind. Or the state of contentment, flowing bliss. Or the times when every one is gathered around the table, smiling and laughing and talking about old jokes and old love stories. How often are we mistaken that heaven is a reward for the life we have lived? That heaven is a place? Heaven is a state of being, a piece of time. Heaven is always present. Present in the daily acts of acceptance and progression. It's presented wide fields. It's in clear eye sight and clear minds. It's in freedom and in quiet car rides. In hand holding and safety. In the low vibrating tone that your father's voice holds.

God breathes your words Darling.
God is in your words. 

Nothing in this world is concrete.
Everything can be destroyed.
Anything can be created.

-xxxoxo

Impressions from summer

05.11.14
The sky is pale and unrested.
The birds are singing, or perhaps panicking because they can feel the heaviness of the potential.
The sky has become too big for it's bed.
and every time it rolls over the bed is pressed into our thin atmosphere.
I hear the more than occupational moaning of thunder.
It's a deep moan with the echo of it's own call.  
The birds and I shall wait until what we desire falls.

Brosandi
Hendumst í hringi
Höldumst í hendur
Allur heimurinn óskýr
Nema þú stendur

Educate me.

Sometimes I get really sad about my life; and then I remember it's almost summer.

Honey bee, Honey bee

You fly so loud,

Close your wings;

Lets run more quietly.