Tidings of comfort and joy!

God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen has always been my favorite Christmas song, and I have just discovered Loreena McKennit's lovely version, and it made me so happy I had to share :)

God rest ye merry, gentlemen
Let nothing you dismay
Remember, Christ, our Saviour
Was born on Christmas day
To save us all from Satan's power
When we were gone astray
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy

From God our Heavenly Father
A blessed Angel came;
And unto certain Shepherds
Brought tidings of the same:
How that in Bethlehem was born
The Son of God by Name.
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy

Now to the Lord sing praises,
All you within this place,
And with true love and brotherhood
Each other now embrace;
This holy tide of Christmas
All other doth deface.
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy

On our Anniversary

Aged to perfection. Typically, I'm more of the Neverland-living, young at heart, never grow up type who is deeply opposed to anything relating to the passing of time. I must say however, that today, I am glad there has been time behind us in our friendship. Not that those time were bad, but there is a priceless value to maturity. To have those moments to look back on, to build bonds around, it means something so solid, something that nothing but time can accomplish, well spent time that is. Some of the best things in life are well used and well aged: worn saddles, a good pair of pointe shoes, fine wine ; )... all things that cannot be bought, nor sought after, they must be earned.

There is so much that I will never be able to say, so much that I feel about so many things even in this moment, I am almost dizzy.

For the first time in my life I can honestly say that I look forward to the unknown life God has so beautifully and perfectly crafted, and I embrace the past with tenderness, but no longer tinged with the bitterness of regret.

A small side note: o trust means to find refuge in. Why then is it so hard for me to trust Him? It should be a joy to be to meet with opportunities to trust Him, to find refuge in Him. Taste and see that the Lord is good! I have been seeing Him in so many new ways. He is my Liege lord, my master, my lover, my friend, my protector, my refuge, my father, all that is love and comitatus in my life is Him. I know He is shaping me into what he wants me to be...
Batter my heart, three-personed god, for you
As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend;
That I may rise and stand, o'erthrow me; and bend
Your force to break, blow, burn and make new.
I, like an usurped town, to another due,
Labor to admit you, but oh, to no end;
Reason, your viceroy in me, me should defend,
But is captivated, and proves weak or untrue.
Yet dearly I love you and would be loved fain,
But am betrothed unto your enemy;
Divorce me, untie or break that knot again,
Take me to you, imprision me, for I
Except you enthrall me, never shall be free,
Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me. -John Donne

Anyway, to wrap it all up, happy anniversary dearest, and
Kings to "us" <3

I have been tagged! Thus the picture...



Me and Wesley at our last dance recital :.)

"Morbid Poetry"

some new and fixed up stuff, I was on a roll haha.

How fortunate to be a fish
And never miss a bright moment!
We wander through our ‘wakened lives
In blinking blindness, lidded shut
And yet, to never have relief,
No pause to hide from the world’s woe
I think I would not covet fish
And miss some bliss, to shield some ill
~~~

A word, a look, would be enough
And yet her modesty is tough
The marble face my be past blushing
But never the soul past feeling!
The tremors, falters, all arised
Such open weakness is despised
To be overcome by such a trifle!
Ah, the past is hard to stifle
Frailty, thy name is feeling
Safety’s power is concealing
~~~

They sizzle and blaze
Through sky and earth
For discipline, or grace,
Or extravagant love
He makes sure they make their mark

Listen! Listen to His thunder!
I tremble, as a terror’d colt
I am bewildered utterly
And then…
He struck me
~~~

Our futures are like shadows
That dance and tease
Or pasts like an echo
Fading on the breeze
~~~

Today you’re Madonna
Tomorrow the Pope
And on Thursday you’ll be Joan of Arc
But beware!
Such transformations
Ruffle the hair