i am starting to think i am one of those intellectual types. one who would rather retreat into solitude, curled up with pages upon pages of spilled hearts and minds on empty parchment now filled, rather than engaging in person-to-person, human contact.
i am not like those boisterous, out-going types. no, not at all.
my mind does not become at ease with itself within large social realms of activity.
rather, comfort and composure come during my quieter moments. those spent searching within my own head and heart, along with nights spent trying to dissect the thoughts or emotions of others.
i find peace in the ink of a pen as it comes alive upon desolate pages. waiting, desiring to be filled. to hold, upon them, something much deeper than meaning.
to hold, upon them, the heart and soul of an image-bearer in her purest form.
"be still, and know that i am God."
Psalm 46:10
i can relate to this completely...sometimes it's just so much more relaxing to not have to worry about preserving conversation or pleasing the people around you.
ReplyDeleteyou are becoming so in tune with your true self...and i love that!
i think that you are right. you are partially one of those intellectual types...and i LOVE that about you.
because i'm that way, too sometimes :)
i love you, button!