First page of the Peace archive.

all full up tonight.

Posted by jessica on Nov 18, 2011 with 2 Comments
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All full up.

Oh, it’s terrible English, I know–and I cannot remember where I first heard this phrase–but it keeps running through my mind tonight. I have this sense of contentment, of wellness, that feels even bigger than my body, if that makes sense. Like my fingers only go so far when I reach; but, oh! this feeling of peace, it extends. Further than I knew, maybe.

And I feel, well, all full up.

Like the holes that have been poked through my psyche and my heart and my mind have started to patch. And you know what? I’ve always really liked patches. One of my favorite parts of flying in an airplane is looking down and seeing the land assembled like a patchwork quilt.

Which is something else I love. I’ve always wanted to make one, actually. And I’m gonna do it someday, too. And then I’m gonna give it to a really special person. You’ll see.

But maybe it was the shooting star I saw, falling like a thread of silver through the black sky; or the very short run I made with my dog in the kind of night that is so dark, it forbids you from seeing your own hand in front of your face; or the honest and free laughter that I shared with my parents (some laughter isn’t free; unkind laughter takes from you, leaves you in a debt that is hard to pay back); or talking to some friends late tonight in a house made warm by a yellow fire and happy by music; or the choreography I taught to a friend who loves to dance, sees it as a kind gift from an even kinder Creator; or maybe I could cite every last good thing I can remember and still not quite define what has me all full up tonight.

Maybe it’s like stripping the rose of every last petal in an effort to find what makes it smell so lovely–this peace, this life, this love–it’s big. Bigger than me. Bigger than one day or night. And I am happy, so happy to be included in it. I feel like traces of the song God first sung to cause everything in this old world to grow and breathe and bloom and be can be heard tonight.

And it has me all full up.

a picture is worth a thousand words.

Posted by jessica on Sep 7, 2011 with 2 Comments
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Or so they say. So I guess it’s really good I have this picture of me and Judah to post.

Since I am too tired to write anywhere close to a thousand words tonight.

But it’s a good kind of tired; an I’ve been working kind of tired.

There’s a lot of peace in this kind of tired.

bits and pieces.

Posted by jessica on Dec 8, 2010 with 8 Comments
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I have to wake up early, so I won’t write much. But I will say that one of the best things about friends going to far far away places is when they come back. Shane is home now and this is such lovely news. I drew him a pig playing a guitar as a welcome [...]

not easy, but easier.

Posted by jessica on May 12, 2010 with 13 Comments
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There is a trick to dancing; it is called relax and the movement will come easier. There is a trick to singing; it is called relax and the sound will come easier. Not that it will come easy, mind you. I don’t really believe that anything of value comes very easy, but there’s something about [...]

when words have meaning again and the meaning is sweet.

Posted by jessica on Apr 12, 2010 with 26 Comments
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I can’t go through this again, I said, suddenly serious. Yes, you could, my friend Christian told me, just as serious. No, it’d kill me. I can’t, I just can’t, I kept repeating. No, you’d get through it. Just like you get through all of life, he assured me. And then I told him I’d [...]

images. words. cause it IS a blog.

Posted by jessica on Mar 29, 2010 with 18 Comments
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These *images are from the piece I recently choreographed, Sariel. Strong. Together. Held. Surrounded. Weak. Broken. Sustained. Carried. Lost. Resilient. Humbled. Bereft. Grasping. No longer empty handed. Found. How can a person be all of those things? How can we burst at the seams with how we feel and still eat sandwiches because, by the [...]

whoa vs. woe

Posted by jessica on Mar 8, 2010 with 24 Comments
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Someone left me a nice little note on the keyboard I play at church today. Someone else made me a purse. Like that’s normal. Like everybody goes around making things that most of us only buy. Someone made me cookies a few weeks ago. Someone(s) sent me flowers on Valentine’s Day. Someone else gave me [...]

finally weightless

Posted by jessica on Nov 21, 2009 with 7 Comments
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Peace. But what about the experiences that would teach any sane person to be anxious?Sometimes it’s hard to know what to do with it, and it feels crazy to not feel anxious. But then there’s God and he messes up the equation and the sense life makes, I suppose. He talks about peace and it [...]

peace

Posted by jessica on Jun 20, 2009 with No Comments
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Drew. Such a small word for such a big heart. He’s a lifeline to me. A mirror that reflects me in a way that is far too generous. He’s not close right now, but he is, he is. He’s right here, safe in my thoughts, causing me to smile for a reason that to all [...]