Sometimes there are jewels in the cracks we step over in life, and the people that follow us - tracing our steps with a light heart and unsearching eyes - will miss their glint. Sometimes I want to record things I feel aren't mine to tell on a hidden scrap.

Sometimes I'm afraid I'll forget the power of unexpected and potent miracles, the spirit words will never describe. Then, I remember that scratchings of black ink on a page reflect a mere paucity of what the heart finds rearranged.

The only way to find and remember is by living truly.

The prodigal daughter returns to her blog. Enough said. I feel no need to hem and haw over intents, life, and details of why I haven't written in ages. You don't want to read it anyway.

Yesterday was my first day back in Provo-land after the sweet, sweet retreat of Utah's Shakespearean Festival and Zion's National Park. It was a beautiful week. I decided to record some choice comments. Here are a few - unprompted and unedited, hopefully supplying brief entertainment despite lack of vocal inflection, context, and familiarity with the parties involved. I'd also like to add that I made my mom pee her pants laughing for the first time in her life. That's impressive.


Caitlin (19 years old):
"Hey Mom - they had plumbing when you were little, didn't they?"

Dad: "Mom was PERFECTLY right. Uh... what did you say, honey?"

My father, watching Cait drive on the freeway:
"She's an idiot. I can't believe I've spawned an idiot."

Jameson's reaction to a billboard's fertility clinic advert:
"Doctor, are my salmon swimming upstream?"

Joseph: "You bought a station wagon?!?! Whatever. I would never have done that."
James: "That's because you haven't had that experience with God yet. God told them to buy that station wagon."
Cait: "It was God's station wagon."

Caitlin: "Joseph should marry a Tongan. A blonde Tongan."
Joseph: "Do they exist? With a soft round nose and a gentle face?"

Tonight, while doing my late-night laundry, I've decided to censor nothing. To overcome and face my fear. That's right. You get a random stream of Heather thoughts. Fortunate, or not-so-fortunate you.

FIRST: people. I love people. i love the lovely sort of people that care about other people more than anything in the world, because honestly: life isn't anything without people. AND life is hell when you don't love the people around you. How in the world are you supposed to grow and become more like God if you're not serving others, loving them, and helping them to grow? Hell=damnation=a stop in progression.

God's whole focus is found in Moses 1:39: to bring to pass the immortality and eternal life of man. Doesn't that essentially back up the idea that everything He does is for our benefit? Yessir. Yes it does. Everything He does is for US. To help us grow and change, and be happy. That's what makes Him happy. Amazing.

Shouldn't our purpose reflect His, then?

oh, I found the most fabulous waste of time while trying to educate myself to vote. Indulge. Take a moment to reflect on your would-be future governor.

dellschanze.blogspot.com

I think my favorite parts are when he calls John Huntsman "that Anti-Christ". I'll quote from his entry of August 4, 2008.

"What's wrong with a competition to see who can more closely follow the commandments of God??? ...How can that be bad???!!! I'm actually your hero; you just need to stop allowing the satanic media to influence you and twist the numerous phenomenal things I do into something wicked. I'm SUPERDELL; don't even allow the dark side to put a spark of doubt as to my intentions and goodness. I am on the right track, look for the positive and you will always find it in me."

Wow. Does this remind anyone of something along the lines of "I am the light and the life..."?