23 março 2009

life lately

depois de quase duas semanas estamos de volta!

alguns pontos que precisam ser registrados pra geraçoes futuras (em caso de eu ficar famosa) sobre essas duas ultimas semanas - ou pelo menos pra mim mesma num dia daqueles que a gente fica afim de relembra o que já viveu:

- shopping faz bem!
lenços novos fazem bem!
jeans novo faz bem!
(eu acho q um dia vo le isso aqui e pensa 'nossa, lenço, que fora de moda!' hehehe)

- project moda
achado durante 'so u think u can dance'
Introducing Shannon Holtzapffel and Simon Lind. Together, they form Project Moda – where choreography meets stage direction meets artist development meets event production… and even more.

But simple choreographers they are not. Highly skilled artist developers and image masterminds, they help artists create a unique image with personalised choreography and sophisticated style through interview technique. They also put together performing arts workshops, and help find the right entertainers for the right shows. Plus they work extensively with corporate clients to put on imaginative events that are on brand, and out of this world.
Whether you’re looking to put a hot routine together, or hold an unforgettable event, or even get a brand new image - talk to Shannon and Simon, and find out what Project Moda can do for you.

- jimmy needham (ainda em processo de descoberta)
musica legal
e eh soh isso q eu sei por enquanto
pq eu soh ouvi uma musica e meia depois do espresso
mas eh legal

- pessoas sao engracadas
n tem motivo nenhum em particular d escreve isso aqui
deu vontade
e nao eh mentira, eh?!

- 3 durmidas p colour!!!
excitment nas alturas!!

- dei jeito na vida e arrumei meu quarto
agora soh falta termina d faze laundry e aspira
mas isso eh tranquilo
ah e compra uma lampada nova pro abajur
mas tah lindo!!
td tao limpinho e tao no lugar!
mas eu acho q meu despertador foi pro lixo junto c o lixo d verdade!!!

- eu necessito d salao brasileiro confiavel!!

- twittering eh engracado!
eu acho q eh por isso q no momento eu acho pessoas engracadas!

- jude 1.2
'relax, everything's going to be all right; rest, everything's coming together; open your hearts, love is on the way!'
preciso dizer algo?!

- CGs, RDGs e KDGs sempre impagaveis!

- assistir narnia eh outra coisa q sempre faz bem!!
'he's not a tame lion'
'what do they teach in schools these days? '
'so much for love'
'that when a willing victim who has committed no treachery, is killed in a traitor's stead, the stone table will crack, and even death itself would turn backwards. '
'do not cite the Deep Magic to me witch. I was there when it was written.'
'once a king or queen of Narnia, always a king or queen. may your wisdom grace us until the stars rain down from the heavens.'
'oh, I expect so. but it'll probably happen when you're not looking for it. all the same... best to keep your eyes open.'
'there's a right bit more than hope. Aslan... is on the move. '
'it's like a dream...or a dream of a dream.'
podia escreve o filme todo na verdade...
cm faz bem!!

- offices sao engracados!
e eh o lugar q as pessoas mais amar p revelar seus lados engracados!!

- but above all, God is good and His love endures FOREVER.

e agora eh o fim da segunda feira mais longa da minha vida
ainda falta termina varias (varias!) coisas p colour e liga p 2 meninas novas do RDG (lindas!)
mas amanha o dia vai ser longo tb... entao dah tempo ;)

chega vo durmi.

11 março 2009

intervalo comercial.

cos u gotta love stationery :)

10 março 2009

minha nova filinha ;)


09 março 2009

to write love in her arms.

the story:

Pedro the Lion is loud in the speakers, and the city waits just outside our open windows. She sits and sings, legs crossed in the passenger seat, her pretty voice hiding in the volume. Music is a safe place and Pedro is her favorite. It hits me that she won't see this skyline for several weeks, and we will be without her. I lean forward, knowing this will be written, and I ask what she'd say if her story had an audience. She smiles. "Tell them to look up. Tell them to remember the stars."
I would rather write her a song, because songs don't wait to resolve, and because songs mean so much to her. Stories wait for endings, but songs are brave things bold enough to sing when all they know is darkness. These words, like most words, will be written next to midnight, between hurricane and harbor, as both claim to save her.
Renee is 19. When I meet her, cocaine is fresh in her system. She hasn't slept in 36 hours and she won't for another 24. It is a familiar blur of coke, pot, pills and alcohol. She has agreed to meet us, to listen and to let us pray. We ask Renee to come with us, to leave this broken night. She says she'll go to rehab tomorrow, but she isn't ready now. It is too great a change. We pray and say goodbye and it is hard to leave without her.
She has known such great pain; haunted dreams as a child, the near-constant presence of evil ever since. She has felt the touch of awful naked men, battled depression and addiction, and attempted suicide. Her arms remember razor blades, fifty scars that speak of self-inflicted wounds. Six hours after I meet her, she is feeling trapped, two groups of "friends" offering opposite ideas. Everyone is asleep. The sun is rising. She drinks long from a bottle of liquor, takes a razor blade from the table and locks herself in the bathroom. She cuts herself, using the blade to write "FUCK UP" large across her left forearm.
The nurse at the treatment center finds the wound several hours later. The center has no detox, names her too great a risk, and does not accept her. For the next five days, she is ours to love. We become her hospital and the possibility of healing fills our living room with life. It is unspoken and there are only a few of us, but we will be her church, the body of Christ coming alive to meet her needs, to write love on her arms.
She is full of contrast, more alive and closer to death than anyone I've known, like a Johnny Cash song or some theatre star. She owns attitude and humor beyond her 19 years, and when she tells me her story, she is humble and quiet and kind, shaped by the pain of a hundred lifetimes. I sit privileged but breaking as she shares. Her life has been so dark yet there is some soft hope in her words, and on consecutive evenings, I watch the prettiest girls in the room tell her that she's beautiful. I think it's God reminding her.
I've never walked this road, but I decide that if we're going to run a five-day rehab, it is going to be the coolest in the country. It is going to be rock and roll. We start with the basics; lots of fun, too much Starbucks and way too many cigarettes.
Thursday night she is in the balcony for Band Marino, Orlando's finest. They are indie-folk-fabulous, a movement disguised as a circus. She loves them and she smiles when I point out the A&R man from Atlantic Europe, in town from London just to catch this show. She is in good seats when the Magic beat the Sonics the next night, screaming like a lifelong fan with every Dwight Howard dunk. On the way home, we stop for more coffee and books, Blue Like Jazz and (Anne Lamott's) Travelling Mercies. On Saturday, the Taste of Chaos tour is in town and I'm not even sure we can get in, but doors do open and minutes after parking, we are on stage for Thrice, one of her favorite bands. She stands ten feet from the drummer, smiling constantly. It is a bright moment there in the music, as light and rain collide above the stage. It feels like healing. It is certainly hope. Sunday night is church and many gather after the service to pray for Renee, this her last night before entering rehab. Some are strangers but all are friends tonight. The prayers move from broken to bold, all encouraging. We're talking to God but I think as much, we're talking to her, telling her she's loved, saying she does not go alone. One among us knows her best. Ryan sits in the corner strumming an acoustic guitar, singing songs she's inspired. After church our house fills with friends, there for a few more moments before goodbye. Everyone has some gift for her, some note or hug or piece of encouragement. She pulls me aside and tells me she would like to give me something. I smile surprised, wondering what it could be. We walk through the crowded living room, to the garage and her stuff. She hands me her last razor blade, tells me it is the one she used to cut her arm and her last lines of cocaine five nights before. She's had it with her ever since, shares that tonight will be the hardest night and she shouldn't have it. I hold it carefully, thank her and know instantly that this moment, this gift, will stay with me. It hits me to wonder if this great feeling is what Christ knows when we surrender our broken hearts, when we trade death for life. As we arrive at the treatment center, she finishes: "The stars are always there but we miss them in the dirt and clouds. We miss them in the storms. Tell them to remember hope. We have hope." I have watched life come back to her, and it has been a privilege. When our time with her began, someone suggested shifts but that is the language of business. Love is something better. I have been challenged and changed, reminded that love is that simple answer to so many of our hardest questions. Don Miller says we're called to hold our hands against the wounds of a broken world, to stop the bleeding. I agree so greatly. We often ask God to show up. We pray prayers of rescue. Perhaps God would ask us to be that rescue, to be His body, to move for things that matter. He is not invisible when we come alive. I might be simple but more and more, I believe God works in love, speaks in love, is revealed in our love. I have seen that this week and honestly, it has been simple: Take a broken girl, treat her like a famous princess, give her the best seats in the house. Buy her coffee and cigarettes for the coming down, books and bathroom things for the days ahead. Tell her something true when all she's known are lies. Tell her God loves her. Tell her about forgiveness, the possibility of freedom, tell her she was made to dance in white dresses. All these things are true. We are only asked to love, to offer hope to the many hopeless. We don't get to choose all the endings, but we are asked to play the rescuers. We won't solve all mysteries and our hearts will certainly break in such a vulnerable life, but it is the best way. We were made to be lovers bold in broken places, pouring ourselves out again and again until we're called home. I have learned so much in one week with one brave girl. She is alive now, in the patience and safety of rehab, covered in marks of madness but choosing to believe that God makes things new, that He meant hope and healing in the stars. She would ask you to remember.

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06 março 2009

as 4am

tem horas q eu qria ser mais focada
planejar e seguir o planejamento
conseguir fazer assesments em meia hora
arrumar meu guarda-roupa
aspirar o corredor
ler mais livros em menos tempo
lembrar d passar creme q limpa o rosto
ser acostumada a fazer coisas mais precisas e produtivas
n q eu seja uma lazy-sem-solucao q n qr nd c a vida
mas jah sao qse 4am
eu tenho q me arrumar p ir pro breakky do kingdom builders
e soh fiz meia pergunta do assesment pra 2a!!
e nd do trianing do kids
e nd d mais nd!!

maaas por outro lado terminei d assistir gilmore
(foi lindo!! chorei nos 2 ultimos episodios!)
respondi scraps
e fiz um twitter!!!
pra q raios eu qro um twitter?!!

mas enfim
coisas mto boa acontecendo por outro lado
gilmore faz parte da minha lista add (assim cm esse blog), mas faz parte dos meus accomplishments da semana!
terminei a a ultima temporada!!
foi uma jornada d auto-descoberta
"perfect storm of caffeine n genetics!"

e hj teve fuel explosion nite
e tinham 9 meninas do meu rdg hj!!
e 5 converteram!!!!
empolgadissima c o q Deus vai faze na vida dessas meninas!!
man, i wanna set the world on fire!!

e eu scanniei mais d 100 fts velhas do youth
e vo começa a faze shine em blacktown!
e aulas tem sido bem produtivas!
e liguei p voltage kids!
e fui na academia!
e comi peixe!
mas q menina saudavel!!

eh isso;
vo ir fazer algo produtivo.
love always.