Me.

I want to come alongside people and call the good things out of them. I want to be Love with flesh on, grace with a face. I want to speak- no scream- against injustice and oppression. I want to sell my crap and help child soldiers and those freed from sex trafficking. I want to live in community... commune and all. I want to open up my heart- really open it up- so that vulnerability isn't just something I preach, but something that I practice. I want to be okay with the unknown that is staring me in the face- I want to be okay with none of my plans working out the way I think they should. I want to learn how to love people better, how to put myself aside and just love...

I love books and reading and talking about the books that I read and recommending good literature and recieving recommendations. I love conversation- silly, intellectual, casual or deep. I love art and creating things on canvases, in sketch books, from found objects and from the heart. I love people and meeting them and learning what they are passionate about and what makes them angry and the broken or the put-back-together parts that make them who they are. I love Jesus and the way he sets captives free and makes me want to be a better person and accepts me when I'm not a better person and fights for the weak, the widowed, the poor, etc. I love my community- my core consistent group of friends who do call the good things out of me and who challenge me and set examples of what love should be, what love can be.

I am and inextrovert, a kinesthetic learner and I am terrible at making decisions about where to eat. I'm adaptable and I think that things happen for a reason. I don't like the cold or most Christian fiction. I want to travel more than I do and become more comfortable in my skin. I am terrible at foreign languages and math. When I was 5 my brother told me I could fly and pushed me out of the tree. I did not fly.