bullet train...

that's life

fleeting

coming and going without pause

in an instance life as we know it can change

today, i am reminded of its fragility

this little life of mine

it will pass too soon, not hesitating for even my greatest dreams

what will i make of it

who will i become

what difference will me breathing have had on this world

no one else can determine it

i must decide...

let it be set apart.

let it be tears from laughter.

let it be of immeasurable love.

let it be servanthood.

let it be a glorious reflection of an eternal Kingdom.

let this be mine.

day in the life..

of katelyn ann spielman.

go to afternoon class.

take off jacket due to the hot hot heat.

come to a realization half-way through class.....

your "ladies" are only being supported by one strap.

look to left side,

find this:

no big, just your purple polka-dotted bra strap,

hanging out your sleeve,

for half the class period.

by.the.way.

you sit in the front row.

as you discreetly try to put the strap back inside your shirt,

your professor asks you a question.

a.day.in.the.life.

her sails.

 "she stood in the storm
&
when the wind did not blow her way
-- and it surely has not -- 
she adjusted her sails."

source

thanks be to the wise elizabeth edwards for uttering those words.

pin and cap...

grief...

 comes in slow waves.
 occasionally causing a stir to remind you it's still there.
you're not over it yet.
in the midst of grieving an identify lost, i can still find peace and miraculously do.

i.have.peace.

but goodness it's still salt in the wound to see pictures of what would've been.
 a hat. 
that's all it took to remind me, i'm still human, and therefore grieving naturally.