Dear Future Husband.
We both believe quite a lot of lies. They couldnt stop us if we tried to allow them. And that is a beautiful thing. Our love with the Father is like an emerald, and to join together will be quite the adventure. Who says there is one in a marriage that is spiritually sensitive, or one that is spiritually more awake then the other…that is absurd! For everyone can have what they hunger for. And everyone can dine at his table. The barethought of you already ruins those lies within me. The emerald we hold will be rare. accurate. Steady but beautiful. I can not make you appear. Nor walk a certain journey. That is not the point. I get to see the ultimate trust and faith, hope and love bare witness to who he is. When two become one in spirit and truth, he can join them together. From anywhere.
I love dirty places. Horrible places. I love very contemporary high places with weath, progress and design. I can not stand the middle ground. Be ready for the Spirit to suddenly sweep us to a circle of weath, and not long after be head over heels surrounded in poverty. Not our bank accounts. Who knows what my bank account will ever hold! But those places of friendship, love and hope. Those are the true bank accounts. And those places can suddenly come from anywhere. One relationship leading to the other. Lies being lies and never having a chance to take root. Being blown away time and time again from the breath of our dear King. Time and time again being true to whom we are. At his timing, and at his pace.
Be ready to see that I struggly greatly at holding onto things that dont matter. Even if it seems unwise. Its so difficult to take a stand in something when I dont see the Father’s character in it. And sometimes it takes time to see. No matter what it is. It will frusterate you at times, and excite you in other times. Your just heart will do the same to mine as well. Leading each other always back to the point of origin. Him. Its good to get it out in the open now. Because that emerald color is the most violent ..thing …on earth.
There is no greater excuse to love someone then through coffee.
Nothing like the Third Wavve Coffee Scene. Nothing like the French women who had stumbled upon and admired the Turkish culture of coffee consumption, their on take of Turkish rugs, hats, costume wear and Coffee Parties. Nothing like the bizarre and timless trends the coffee plant has and will continue to carry. Being LA grounded, London housed and Scandinavian daily-ed….my experience with the Industry only leads me, like many others, to pounder what is next. Clearly the consumption is trending, but folks…it is 2015, and a small cup of liquide is the last of the details of the plant as we look ahead.
My current all time favorite is this new (georgeous) product. B R E W Watches. Inspired by expresso machines.
And I cant help to notice as I walk down the Streets of London, to see the Inspiration from the Coffee Industry around every corner…
And besides the masses of Pour Over and Hand Brew Equipement emerging in the market place daily…
One still cant help but wonder …where next? …who next?…and why not now.
Those are thoughts and conversations I have regularly with Jesus. How can I love the person infront of me. What can I design with you? What are YOUR thougts about industrial design, architecture, the earth, and all Gods people? ..is this where you are knudging me? Hmm or this…
There is no grandure way to live each moment then in the satisfaction of dwelling with him. And THEN…to create from that place. To love from that place. To set a table before others as he does me. The exploding movement in my heart that examds without intention as I am one with him, and go about my dad, can never be stopped.
And it is time that work, labor, responsibility, and creation of that around us becomes wholisticslly connected to that core dwelling with him.
And to imagine!