New Blog! :D Norwegian advenures hehe.

Hello everyone! Soo As it seems that xanga and myspace have both died... I have made a new blog on blogspot of my adventures here in Norway! :D If any of you are bored and would like to hear of something adventurous and excitingish do visit and leave a comment :) I'd love to hear from you all, if anybody does read this! So find me on facebook or visit me blog and I would love it!  http://norandbeyond.blogspot.com 

Go Under the Mercy!
         -Sam

I choose the most inoppertune time

To read books. I'm supposing you have no idea what I'm talking about do you?

Well you see, this is how it happens. Today I got two books back that I had lent to a friend. One of the books basically had a detailed list of events and places I visited on my last trip to Colorado, and to say the least I really wanted it back before I leave for Norway here in 4 days. The book is Donald Millers "Through painted Deserts" which is simply an incredible book! I wrote sooo much in this book; it basically contains my traveling thought process. I left it for my mom to read because it really is a book about leaving home and moving on, and of course the way Donald Miller thinks and the way my mom thinks are very much alike. 

Where was I?

Ooh yes!

As I was saying, when I picked my books up I decided that I really really wanted to read what I had underlined in my book. Soo... Here I am driving down a two lane highway with speeds varying from 70-80 mph around corners over hills and the roundabout. And as I'm speeding around enjoying my drive, I have the insane idea to pick up my book and flip through a few pages. By the time I recognize what I'm doing I've already read two paragraphs and I haven't even gazed at the road... :p Not exactly the smartest idea! It’s like... I have auto pilot built in I suppose?

Anyways.... I don't always read when I drive, in fact this was the first time. But! I always read at the worst times. I don't have any more examples but its true...

Anyways.

Also! Yesterday my friend told me today was a sad day. I knew what he was referring too but I completely disagreed with him and told him no, it is in fact a wonderful day. He ofcourse reminded me that it was 9/11 but lately I have had this intense urge to move on. My past does not mean as much to me anymore as my future does. I mean sure it is there, its beautiful, and intense, and sad, and insane. But... I have a new feeling in my shoes. I don't want to remember as much as I want to explore new experiences. Today isn't a sad today. In fact today was a beautiful day! My past will always be a part of me, but I'm ready to find the future. The last few years I've always lived in the past, even now I'm still stuck there. But I sense a feeling of release and of acknowledgement is here. A simple state of knowing every single mistake that I've made, and every single problem I have, and accepting them as who I've been and being okay with that. I'm just human. I don't believe I’m copping out, but I don't believe I'm beating myself up either. I've made my mistakes; I've been who I've been. Yet the future is right there waiting to become present and I'm so ready to move on from everything I've known. Stepping into a state of unknown where faith is not an option but a necessity.

Pictures, Reality, Sleep, and the Edge of the Future

The clock is changing a minute at a time. I daze and am weak in the mind. I close my eyes and let the shivers from the cold air outside my window travel the highway that is my spine. The words do not come, just little thoughts of mental conversation and floating melody. Utopian melodies that sweep your feet out from beneath you and send you too far off places. Far off places that lie closer than you think. Perhaps even behind mantelpiece photographs, or engraved in an aspen tree. You’ll never guess how much is in a picture until you look at the back of it.

I believe our perspectives are out of place. We do not conceive the same images in our minds that reality silently sings. I believe we are given eyes when we enter this world, much like the way we are given 3D glasses in the movies to see how “real” this show is. Oh geez, I’m still shivering. I shiver… A lot. I feel like running.

Bed.

All my words are asleep, I suppose that’s a hint?

You cannot make yourself over in a night. Love falls quickly, like rain drops from a tired cloud. The world has seen enough of heartache, don’t waste your time. Yet it is there, cold as , yet so startlingly beautiful.

               -Sam

Currently Tight Knit By Vetiver Everyday see related

Everday :}

There's a light spring in my step, and a song on my lips. Cruising a windy road and a leg out the window. Smell of rain a mile off, and the electricity between us. My soul longs for the west! Got some new road trip tunes and I'm dying to try them out.

I think I forgot

    I Think I forgot. My watch broke. It shattered last night during the storm. The rain and lightning ripped at my ceilings and walls weeping and begging to be let in. We're not the only ones who get lonely. Those who know not, and cease to live wither quickly in the wind. Yet worse is those who know... and never live a day in light of that simple fact. Complacency kills and makes me . Discovery, the will and confidence to push forward, I find these much wished for, in myself and those I love. I have realized that I can not live, I can not survive in an environment where there is no appreciation and effort to learn and know.