About Me
Skin was earth; it was soil. I could see, even on my own skin, the joined trapezoids of dust specks God had wetted and stuck with his spit the morning he made Adam from dirt. Now, all these generations later, we people could still see on our skin the inherited prints of the dust specks of Eden.
I loved this thought, and repeated it for myself often. I don't know where I got it; my parents cited Adam and Eve only in jokes. Someday I would count the trapezoids, with the aid of a mirror, and learn precisely how many dust specks Adam comprised--one single handful God wetted, shaped, blew into and set firmly into motion and left to wander about in the fabulous garden bewildered.
It is the simplest of things that amaze me, yet it is the most complex of forces that causes each to be: the turning of a leaf; the kindling of a star; the clumsy walk of a cow; the morning mist rising above the mountains. It seems to me this world was given with a meticulous purpose for mystery and bewilderment. This day and age, the artistry of life is all but forgotten in the busy hum of our own life tune. Where have we turned, that we can no longer see the forest for the trees? All you have to do is find a tree; when you've got enough trees, you have a forest. Then you've got it. Trees last, taproot and bark, but they do not lie awake to know the burgeoning force, wholly intricate, that is the basis for its budding. Dylan Thomas wrote, "The force that through the green fuse drives the flower / Drives my green age." No, it is not the thing itself that so astonishes; rather, it is the imagination behind the creation of it all.
I loved this thought, and repeated it for myself often. I don't know where I got it; my parents cited Adam and Eve only in jokes. Someday I would count the trapezoids, with the aid of a mirror, and learn precisely how many dust specks Adam comprised--one single handful God wetted, shaped, blew into and set firmly into motion and left to wander about in the fabulous garden bewildered.
It is the simplest of things that amaze me, yet it is the most complex of forces that causes each to be: the turning of a leaf; the kindling of a star; the clumsy walk of a cow; the morning mist rising above the mountains. It seems to me this world was given with a meticulous purpose for mystery and bewilderment. This day and age, the artistry of life is all but forgotten in the busy hum of our own life tune. Where have we turned, that we can no longer see the forest for the trees? All you have to do is find a tree; when you've got enough trees, you have a forest. Then you've got it. Trees last, taproot and bark, but they do not lie awake to know the burgeoning force, wholly intricate, that is the basis for its budding. Dylan Thomas wrote, "The force that through the green fuse drives the flower / Drives my green age." No, it is not the thing itself that so astonishes; rather, it is the imagination behind the creation of it all.
| Name | Amanda Noelle Stevenson |
| Gender | Female |
| Age | 22 |
| Ethnicity | White / Caucasian |
| Status | It's complicated |
| Interests | biscotti, hiking, fishing, climbing |
| TV | project runway, top chef |
| Books | blue like jazz donald miller, les miserables victor hugo |
| Quotes | "We accept the verdict of the past until the need for change cries out loudly enough to force upon us a choice between the comforts of further inertia and the irksomness of action." -Judge Learned Hand |
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