Archive for October, 2011

That Elusive Hope

Leaning on tinted window panes

Hoping only to fall through

And into the world

That may just be on the other side

Beyond tears of weeping sky

Saturating ground

So that your canvas shoes

Soak through when you walk on it

Like you hope their feet will

When they walk on you

Wearing you thin and threadbare

With aching heart at the center

Still feebly speaking hope

Beating a tired tattoo

Of wishing and hoping

And bleeding cold

Clearwater tears that

Crawl down the windowpanes

Of hurting soul

Soak into earth so hope can grow

Slowly, and perhaps a little painfully

Chartreuse shoot pushing up

Welcoming twisted world

With a firm

“Everything will be all right.”

This poem was actually written in March, 2011, but I never publicly shared it. It was very personal at the time, and still is, though now I feel distanced from the general melancholy of it. To be perfectly honest, it was during a very dreary time in my life, when hope seemed a far off someday. Joy was hard to come by, and rarely seen.

But now, through thanks, joy has reentered my life. Through peaceful soul resolution, hope has become my reality.

Let us not wallow in self pity, but rather live in thankfulness!

“Enter into His gates with thanksgiving, And into His courts with praise. Be thankful to Him, and bless His name. For the Lord is good; His mercy is everlasting, And His truth endures to all generations.” Ps. 100:4-5

“Thanks be to God for his indescribable gift!” 2 Cor. 9:15

“Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God.” Phil. 4:6

Let the simple beauty of scripture take root in your soul. Let it make sense to you, for it is truth in its simplicity.

Let Thankfulness and Hope reside.

In All Thankfulness,


❤ ❤

Poem copyright: Amanda Law, 2011

All photos taken by me with the exception of the red shoes. Which I got here: http://weheartit.com/entry/11107127


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The realization that the month of October is almost over hits me suddenly, adding a taste of sadness to my day.

Though the sun is still scorchingly bright, the air nips irritably, reminding that the Gothic bleakness of November is just around the bend of time.

Soon, flaming leaves will forsake clinging branch; settle to the hibernating ground. Clear ink will drip from cloudy sky, smearing the landscape; spreading a pool of lasting coldness.

The Earth will shift, linger for a while. Frozen in time; clear and sharp like the edges of water, and blurred like a film of breath on glass. Both in turn, trapped in the turning of life. Lingering… but not lasting.

And then recycling.

Not yet.

Not just yet.

Until then, I shall revel in this.



On a lighter note, this is what my day consists of. Banana chocolate chip bread, peppermint hot chocolate (home made of course. WITH Sucanat, of course 🙂

Then throw in my favorite notebook, a glass of water, one of the best pens ever invented, and my laptop.

That makes for a good day. Along with some knitting.


And as a parting shot, I’ll give you a Moment With Terrence. Because we all know how much fun it is to frantically eat my camera strap.

Love, Blessings & Thanks,


❤ ❤

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Fire Building and Whatnot

I attempted to build a fire once. I can not remember when it was, but I do remember the outcome… Which was nothing. No fire. No warmth. Someone else probably had to build one.

Today, however, I believe I have succeeded. As the above image shows, I did indeed turn out a hearty blaze. The real test is to see if it will last… It has stayed alive for at least half an hour now, so I believe I am in luck!

There is just something about fire… It reflects so much reality. Ever warm, ever burning; alive. Yet over so soon. It can be extinguished by the simplest things, and then gone. Just another passing blaze. Soon replaced by another. I won’t compare that to humans, because that’s just too melancholy, and the point of this whole blog is to be slightly pointless and overall lighthearted.

On a side note, me with an axe is probably never a good idea. It’s too heavy (or I’m too weak) for me to wield properly, so danger lurks. My sister could tell you quite a story about an axe…

Our woodpile… It’s being gnawed away at; nibbled upon like so much turning leaf under the jaws of ant. Yet it remains. And with hope and good clean work will be replenished should the need arise.

Self-portrait by vintage fridge anyone? Well thus concludes my first official blog post! I am very excited about it all… and if I get followers/readers I promise it will spurn me on to weekly posting! 😉 Cookie dough is chilling in the fridge now, and more important things are calling my name…

Love and all things equally warm and fuzzy,

Amanda, the brassbird ❤ ❤


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This Be A Test

Simply a test, to discover what posts will appear as.

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