the heart of the matter.

Edward Estlin Cummings wrote:

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart)
i am never without it (anywhere i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet)
i want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

Ben Harper wrote in his song "Beloved One":

Your eyes shine through me
You are so divine to me
Your heart has a home in mine
We won't have to say a word
With a touch all shall be heard
When I search my heart it's you I find

Getting down to "the heart of the matter" (as Don Henley would say) pretty much is the core meaning, the truth, or the origin of anything. Maybe the problem at hand, or the way a certain person acts. It's taking a stab at what the true meaning is.

So, here lately, I've been trying to sum up my problems. Which in a way is dumb. or irrelevant. you choose. Finding the heart of my insecurities, or the heart of my religious life, or the heart of my failings and why they're so big, or the heart of my (un)motivation.

This "heart," (because it's consistently mentioned in my life) has brought me to a place of new understanding. It's the core of who we are, whether spiritually or physically, the treasure box of all treasure boxes, It's my dwelling place, my home.

To invite things in- that's (voluntarily, sometimes we don't know it) in my control. And all things that I let enter, I know the liability, understanding that risk is inevitable. So, as I invite things in, whether that be romance, love, friendship, dirt, or (insert awesome introduction here) Jesus, my heart is my core, and therefore is a reflection of my origin. God.

No wonder God tells us to guard our hearts. It's where life flows from.

Warning, girl moment.
It's a cool thing to think about sharing my heart completely with someone one day...

It's almost Christmas. And finals are not really over, but I'm beginning to see a light. :) Praise God.

Have an awesome week.

Lea
GO
HERE. 

and...

this is a happy place too...

thinking over.

I enjoy small things. Like hot chocolate and Christmas Jazz. 

It's funny how the weather change reminds me of real life. This may be really far-fetched and oober-sappy, but when you think about the circumstances a person may face in life, you realize...in order to learn, you have to lay down the pretty things... like winter is making way for spring. 

So driving down the street today, admiring all of the once colorful trees, I was reminded that the winter season is just as beautiful as its sister seasons...we have no excuse to be mopey...because we await with hope for what's to come. 

Who could be mopey with warm fireplaces and good smelling candles anyway? 

Therefore, I suppose we're really lucky, and definitely covered in grace, considering that we're abundantly provided for, over and over again. 

Here's to the first post.

 Hip Hip Hooray!

a little snippet from my new CD: Pink Martini- Joy To The World (Elohai, n'tzor)

Elohai n'tzor l'shoni meira us'fatai midabeir mirmah, V'limkal'lai nafshi tidom, v'nafshi ke-afar lakol tih'yeh. Elohai, Elohai.