I thought it was going to be “intentional.” Or “wait.” Or even, “believe.” I toyed with “awake” and “desire,” thought good and hard about “story.” I joked about “crazy” when 2013 surfaced with more change than I thought was possible. I even thought “art” would be a good one – if a little predictable.
But I kept coming back to this Jack Kerouac quote:
“Be in love with your life. Every minute of it.”
Be in love. Be in love. Be in love.
Every time I saw it, I felt myself holding my breath. There was choice there. Desire. Awareness and intention. There was joy, and crazy and people and so much life to make art out of. There was existence and hope and I Am, and story – narrative, even – and isn’t it so very much like the God I love to move me from the challenge of a “Go” to the delight of “being in love”?
If there is anyone who gets me and my need for myth, it’s the God who made me with this silly girl-heart that learns His language through stories. He understands how real “feeling” is to me, and how love stories are my favorite and how beautiful isn’t always about a girl and a boy but about life itself and the image of God built into my heart to see the world He made the way He sees it.
I laid it out to Him yesterday when I was driving around Charleston. He liked the idea. A lot. It’s been a few years since I would even consider the thought of “being in love” with anything. But I’m giddy and grinning. This is FUN. If I can “be in love” with Him, with everything I do, with everyone I meet this year, it’s going to be a very, very fun 2013. And it’s going to mean something.
It finally feels as though I have a place to begin the year. I feel like I have a secret, and I’m fairly exploding with it. If I can get this feeling into my photos… Happy sigh.
Okay. Tomorrow, I’ll come up with another photo post. I promise.