Canvas, India Ink, Conte Crayon, Acrylic
Continuing the adventure,
Jessica
Canvas, India Ink, Conte Crayon, Acrylic
Continuing the adventure,
Jessica
I need a jewelry box.
The small amount of jewelry I brought with me from the states has been thrown into a shoe box along with an assortments of medicines and cometics. However, since money is precious commodity, I didn’t want to buy a jewelry box.
Thankfully, working in a pub has a few fringe benefits. One of them being the fact that certain bottles of whiskey come in very nice wooden boxes. I took this Middelton Whiskey box:
And presto! A favorite stencil and a few sharpies later, I have a great new jewelry box!
Continuing the adventure,
Jessica
This is the second spoken-word piece I performed. This recording was done the following Sunday. I sway less.
I’m in a new place
An unfamiliar sanctuary
All around me, leaves are falling
Dreams are falling; and I wait to breath
Until Your Spirit falls on me.
Across the ocean
All I have pursued is for Your reign
To be shown in all I do
But I don’t believe that I am enough
So let Your Spirit fall on me.
This place where I am
Is far from the place where I was known
Though through this journey I learn
You never leave me to walk alone
So let your Spirit fall on me.
The way is not simple
I walk through paths wayward and dim
The places I stumble mock me
Daring my strength to give up, give in
So let Your Spirit fall on me.
It took so much strength
Just to bring me this far
But you’re not done with me yet
And you will heal all these scars
So let Your Spirit fall on me.
A quiet voice calls
Let go of past lies; they are not true
And I cry in reply
“Make me new, make me new, make me new.”
And let Your Spirit fall on me.
Because I am learning
It is by your truth, I can see
It is by your direction, I can lead
It is by your Spirit Lord, that I am freed.
So let Your Spirit fall on me.
Continuing the adventure,
Jess
I was invited to perform a couple spoken word pieces at Mosaik’s International Food Night on Saturday. The theme of the evening was inspiration. This is the first piece I performed.
I was once called air
Assured it wasn’t meant as offence
But I couldn’t help the hurt
As I wanted to be of more substance
Now I have long been on this journey
Ten years of attempts to be profound
But the scenery is looking too familiar
As I realize I am at the starting ground
Continuing the adventure,
Jessica