It's not what the world holds, it's what you bring to it.

If you’ve noticed the recent strike-through of the last post, I applaud you for your observance and attention to detail. Why, you ask? Simply because it’s not completely true anymore. Things change, people change, memories don’t, but who ever said the attachment you feel to those memories are engraved in stone too?

Love looks not with the eye but with the mind, says Helena. And for those of you who fantasize about “cupid,” did you know he was also blind? (Just a little fact to make your heart smile.)

Anyhow, long time no update. I feel like life is just flying by me these days. Sometimes when I stop myself to look back, it scares me a little that I can’t remember all the little details of each and every moment past. I’ve come to the realization that it’s feelings that we remember the most, not the facts of exactly what happened, but the transgression of our feelings. It’s funny to look back to a year ago this time, and see that really, fundamentally, very little has changed. This is how I felt then, this is still how I feel now; however magnified, however more ornate, it always was and always will be grounded in Him.

Apart from all that, it’s been absolutely dreary in Vancouver for the past week. But just gotta keep reminding myself, there can be no rainbow, without a little rain.