Paper sessions .... Part 1

Same as I wrote with the typewriter, I am just transcribing my journal. Because just like the click of the typewriter keys...the sound of pencil hitting the paper makes the emotions of the heart flow....and it's so much easier to write there...then on here...

There no time to write blog post, but all the time in the world...to spill your emotions on real living paper...so here you go..I am transcribing my sheets of paper here...because it's so easy...

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(In my journal) 

Charles De Gauelle Airport---August 30th, 2012...

I fell in love with the idea of could be life that I never dreamed could be possible- unitl I remembered where I am now. Oh how the life I have now seemed like a far off impossible dream in the heart of a little girl who had no idea how amazing she would turn out to be. 

So it gives me hope.....

That one day I will walk the streets of Paris, not as a visitor but as a girl who calls them home. Not home because she wants it to be in her heart, but home because there is a flat with her name on it. A kindergarden with her son in it. A train that brings love of her life home to her every night. And a space that she calls her own---filled with all the little things that she loves so dearly, because it reminds her of the people that she loves the most. 

All made possible by the One who loved her enough to say --- "Dream on little girl---I am your Own....one day home will be wherever you want it...."

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Dream on, dear friends. Savor the life you have now, remember how you didn't have it once. And let the furfilled dreams of yesterday...give you peace that the surreal ones of tomorrow...are just a few heartbeats away. 

Typewriter sessions--part 1

I don't have time to write on my computer, but when I sit at my typewriter there seems to be all the time in the world. This summer I wrote many "notes" on my typewriter, so I may just start typing them up electronically to keep the pages of this blog brimming...

Here is my first transcription of my typewriter sessions---the first thing I wrote on my dear little typewriter.... a letter about her---it's silly, you may not enjoy it...but that's okay [because I do]

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{Sometime in June]

Today, I bought a typewriter. When I was at the store, the salesman said, "why would you want to buy that?" and I said, for the click that she will make. I am buying her for the sound she will release everytime that my hands hit her keys. 

I bought her because old dreams never die. I bought her because she is a connection into my past [dreams], but the push I need to leap into my future. I bought her so that I could wake up at 3am and write, just plain write. That I wouldn't be distracted by my emails, facebook or tweeter that might awaken at 3am with me..but it would just be the moonlight, my typewriter and me. 

She will write the gospel. I think with every word I write, every letter I push, that click she makes is her way of saying amen. click..click...yes & amen...click...click...yes & amen. Jesus is all over her. Every time I press her keys, I get a little more happier. I laugh just a little bit more. She has this magical way of bringing sweet things out of my heart, that I seemed to forget were there. She is an instrument into my destiny, a piece of my heart that will always be singing. I love you little typewriter, you make the smile on this face  little bit brighter....

Let's scream out the Gospel together.....

Jenny 

xoxoxoxoxo