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    Asian art. It looks about the same as it did 1,000 years ago. Asian art is all about traditions and customs and honor and respect. The techniques used are extremely particular and precise. It’s incredible and intimidating and fascinating! The process of brush painting is a spiritual, meditative one, and the creative performance itself is just as important as the finished product. I am so intrigued by Chinese brush painting. I’ve studied art for years and moving to Asia is making it obvious that I’ve only begun to brush the surface. So much to learn!

    Asian art. It looks about the same as it did 1,000 years ago. Asian art is all about traditions and customs and honor and respect. The techniques used are extremely particular and precise. It’s incredible and intimidating and fascinating! The process of brush painting is a spiritual, meditative one, and the creative performance itself is just as important as the finished product. I am so intrigued by Chinese brush painting. I’ve studied art for years and moving to Asia is making it obvious that I’ve only begun to brush the surface. So much to learn!

    Posted on Sunday, September 14th 2014

    rejoice in the Lord.

    Joy is the soul of praise. To delight ourselves in God is most truly to extol him, even if we let no notes of song proceed from our lips. That God is, and that he is such a God, and our God, ours for ever and ever, should wake within us an unceasing and overflowing joy. To rejoice in temporal comforts is dangerous, to rejoice in self is foolish, to rejoice in sin is fatal, but to rejoice in God is heavenly. He who would have a double heaven must begin below to rejoice like those above.

    Charles Spurgeon, Treasury of David

    Posted on Saturday, September 6th 2014

    An old man picked the pink ones off a high branch and gave them to me, and I smiled all day.

    An old man picked the pink ones off a high branch and gave them to me, and I smiled all day.

    Posted on Thursday, September 4th 2014

    Culture shock 101: today I started thinking about the forest, and the crunchy leaves and the earthy smells and the speckledy light that peeks through the branches. I got kindof sad. So I googled it and (surprise) there aren’t really any forests anywhere near my city, my beautiful massive city of nearly 7 million people that (I was informed) is viewed as little more than a small town in comparison with all the countless neighboring cities. My city is gorgeous, let me make this clear. Every street is lined with trees and shrubs. It’s like a resort garden, immaculately pruned and swept. It’s beautiful and weird. It’s so manmade. I’ve never lived in a high rise apartment overlooking a sprawling city. I’m 2 weeks in, and I love it here, but man, I miss forests. I miss tall trees. I miss wide open spaces. I miss grass. I miss dirt. I miss streams and the bubbly sounds they make. I miss hearing the birds. City life excites me and motivates me and energizes me, but it also really scares the shit out of me! Here’s to the strange paradox of craving the natural world and living in a fabricated one.

    Culture shock 101: today I started thinking about the forest, and the crunchy leaves and the earthy smells and the speckledy light that peeks through the branches. I got kindof sad. So I googled it and (surprise) there aren’t really any forests anywhere near my city, my beautiful massive city of nearly 7 million people that (I was informed) is viewed as little more than a small town in comparison with all the countless neighboring cities. My city is gorgeous, let me make this clear. Every street is lined with trees and shrubs. It’s like a resort garden, immaculately pruned and swept. It’s beautiful and weird. It’s so manmade. I’ve never lived in a high rise apartment overlooking a sprawling city. I’m 2 weeks in, and I love it here, but man, I miss forests. I miss tall trees. I miss wide open spaces. I miss grass. I miss dirt. I miss streams and the bubbly sounds they make. I miss hearing the birds. City life excites me and motivates me and energizes me, but it also really scares the shit out of me! Here’s to the strange paradox of craving the natural world and living in a fabricated one.

    Posted on Tuesday, September 2nd 2014

    (mis)understandings

    "I do not know how everyone else in China learns English, but for me, I watch Desperate Housewives!"

    "You are American? Why are you not obese? …Obese, is that right? Or oh-beast? (No) Beauty and the Obese? HA!"

    "I’m from Tennessee… do you know it? (No) Okay, do you know… Taylor Swift? Miley Cyrus? Jack Daniels?" "OH YES. But in China, we say Tay-NAH-see."

    "Oh, you are from America? But you’re not fat!"

    Posted on Saturday, August 30th 2014

    We picked 15lbs of blueberries. And I think we ate double that.

    We picked 15lbs of blueberries. And I think we ate double that.

    Posted on Thursday, August 28th 2014

    for the Son of Man came to seek and to save the lost

    powerful, beautiful words. gets me every time.

    Posted on Saturday, August 16th 2014

    the quest.

    "There’s a difference between an adventure and a quest. An adventure is a "there and back again," an exciting, enriching experience that you choose. It’s a thrill, after which you return home, resume your normal life, and pick up where you left off. This is an adventure. But a quest is not something you choose; rather, it comes to you. You sense a requirement, and you’re called to it because of what’s involved. You never really come back from a quest. Either you die for the quest, or change so radically that you never quite return to life as it once was."

    (my paraphrase of Tim Keller, on the difference between the Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings)

    Posted on Saturday, August 16th 2014