{dragonflies draw flame}

Loving this girl's posts. Feeling like her in many ways. Ironically, only a few weeks after I wrote about being in a place of calm assurance from which perch I benignly assuaged the worries of my friends, I myself have been assaulted with that familiar discomfort that means Heavenly Father wants me to change something about my life, though I don't know what and I don't know when. Just trying to get ready for it, sound out my options. If you are an adult who graduated from college you probably know what I'm talking about. Yeehaw! The following verse went up on Hil's blog this week and it pretty much is how I feel right now (though I am NOT, by any means, into poetry, I like to think I really got the emotions behind this):

As Kingfishers Catch Fire

BY GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS

As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame;

As tumbled over rim in roundy wells

Stones ring; like each tucked string tells, each hung bell's

Bow swung finds tongue to fling out broad its name;

Each mortal thing does one thing and the same:

Deals out that being indoors each one dwells;

Selves — goes itself; myself it speaks and spells,

Crying Whát I dó is me: for that I came.

I say móre: the just man justices;

Keeps grace: thát keeps all his goings graces;

Acts in God's eye what in God's eye he is —

Chríst — for Christ plays in ten thousand places,

Lovely in limbs, and lovely in eyes not his

To the Father through the features of men's faces.

And because I keep playing these songs over and over to feel a little bit of stability, you can listen too (I'm taking my turn at being like DJ Milan!):