can it even get greater?

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vacation

Time has beautifully been suspended in the domains of the sky as I have vacated towards my birthplace. From Scotland to Ireland and soon to London, there has not been one moment lost in appreciation for where I have come from, or the joys of seeing my beautiful sister wed her love, with a celebration of marriage. There have been the most momentous times with friends and family... I am a well nourished soul (A well nourished soul with a well nourished stomach). I will not even begin to account the chocolate I have consumed this last month. I spare a moment in thanks to the divine for gracing me with the highest metabolism. He must have known I would love chocolate this much.


Memories so far :

Seeing my sister, just as I arrived.
Skipping stones with my dad as we walked along a pier in Scotland.
My mums roast dinner and crumble she cooked tonight.
Seeing my sister in her wedding gown.
That first bite of Cadbury's caramel.
Dinner with my Pastor. Chats about books. The future.
Chats with Linda G on the sofa in Clements. That chai was so good.
The ceilidh at Jen's wedding. Yes boys in kilts do dance.
Seeing family I have not seen in years.
Hearing that my best friend might be interested of her own accord in the lover of her soul.
Walks in golden barley fields with cowboy boots and two faithful friends.
My new favorite game: Mexican Dominoes. Introduced by the Northey's
Seeing two of my best friends as husband and wife, AND playing Mexican Dominoes.
Drinking tea.
Fish and Chips and walking so far I got blisters.
Magheralin Church. Visiting my old choir pew, where I first fell in love with Jesus.

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{ vintage clothes . a few tea cups . sisterhood }

today. a few girls grabbed a camera . some vintage clothes . and a few tea cups . this is our result .

NYC plans for Dec...

divinitas

The refinement: divinitas


Cautiously entering into solitude once again. This time is short, precious - When awake I write and detail with the keys beneath my fingers what the longing is within me. It's been a while. I dream of who I am to meet  - who I will one day be. There are utterings of pursuit, there are moments of flutters, but without that satisfying contentment of who I desire. I am challenged to be glamourous in all ways, gracious with an heir of sophistication in this divine conspiracy. A Sofia Loren. To marry pearls with rubies, wake before the dawn and write the longings of my soul, My prayer for authenticity is matched with an equally deep longing to be more like Him. He is the authentic me. I need Him. 


{  He  is  a  lover.  Looking  for  a  lover. With  one  pulse  of  His  heart  I  am  in  love.  }


There is nothing like His love, there is nothing so sweet, ethereal and divine as He. I desire Him with a thirsty, unquenched core. I will not relent until I know Him more. He is my need. 


I imagine that my love for Him could break the correlation with another, it is so strong I know nothing as beautiful. There is a bond deeper than I know now, but of that bond does it compare to Him? ...