Been meaning to post this for a few days now. This is my friend Camilla and I… the same photo taken four years apart. The first was right after we finished convocation during our freshman year at OSU, and the second was right before we entered the stadium for graduation! Convocation day was very rainy, and graduation day was (as you can tell) full of sunshine. Anyways, I’m so thankful for Camilla and her friendship over these past four years. She was my first friend in Ohio (we met at orientation)! She and her family are so loving, and they made me feel not so far away from home. <3 Not to mention the fact that she’s a super creative designer, photographer, and pianist…she’s been a huge source of creative inspiration in my music!
Invitation
“If you are a dreamer, come in.
If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar,
A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer …
If you’re a pretender, come sit by my fire,
For we have some flax golden tales to spin.
Come in!
Come in!”
-Shel Silverstein
Overnight retreat with a bunch of high school girls and this is what I end up being assigned to wear in the fashion show. #footiepajamas #stylin’ #modestandfabulous
Recorded these crazy singers tonight! They’re great. #getexcited @thehembree @emilylynnb @sophmarie4
overwhelmed by how intensely beautiful life is. how so many people can mean so much to me- and be so alive. how endings come because something happened. how blessed we are to have today. and how all of the longing and pain that we feel is just a testament to the reality that we were created for another world.
Because He Lives, I can face tomorrow
Because He Lives, all fear is gone
Because I know He holds the future
Life is worth the living, just because He lives.
I had the joy of taking a “poetry writing” class during my last semester of school. The assignments and in-class workshops stimulated my mind in some fun ways. One of the assignments was to write a poem about a flower, while connecting it to an emotional experience. I wrote a synesthesia poem called “Bluebells”, which later morphed into something totally different, (but not so completely different): a song called “Blue”. You will hear this song soon. But for now, I guess I’m sharing this poem with you. Okherewego.
Bluebells
These woods are carpeted with bluebells,
Which reminds me that blue was your color:
And I can see us walking that day
When I grabbed your hand and motioned
Towards a similar bloodbank of blue.
“What do you see in that?”
I remember picking the flowers and twirling them
While you laughed with furballs in your throat,
And I was so far-gone fallen for you that I
Forgot to ask what you saw in blue—
And you forgot to say.
We stayed there until winter came around,
And I grabbed your other hand and held it tighter.
We stood there for too long, waiting out in the cold.
Freezing in the percreta of my synesthesia,
Heads hung like bluebells, ringing in the realization
That we weren’t hearing the same sounds
Or seeing the same blue—
© Erin Rea 2013
