Diana Reader

Save your breath. Let peace fill your chest. We all feel the failure. Delusion and distress. There's power in the fear, weakness in the sun.   The silence of the world can be so haunting to your thoughts and to your soul, to your soul. But it's all a state of mind. Play your version  Imperfect song for me. The voice that you given Can't be broken as far as I can see. There's power in the fear, weakness in the sun. The secrets of the world can be so daunting to your thoughts and to your soul, to your soul. But it's all a state of mind. We all have the chance to write our story, and how we write it is based on the choices we make.  I've been doing a lot of self understanding lately, and this weekend came upon a surprising discovery.  I realized I've been pushing God's goodness away, believing that I cannot truly be worthy of love unless I fix all my brokenness, until I change myself first.  Through that false understanding of God, I proje...

New Years is coming quickly, and with that many are making lists of resolutions, hoping "this year will be different" but knowing that with human resolutions comes human failure.  Soon gyms will be busy with people hoping to get into shape, diet plans will be started in full force, and then people will fall back into their old ways and the gyms will become emptier and the fridge fuller.  We spend so much time searching for quick weight loss diets, run like a hamster on a wheel trying to fit into a dress by a certain date, only to end up stuffing ourselves with the food of failure, feeling heavier, and emptier all the while. I didn't post my last blog as it was more of a reflections for myself.  Feel free to read, it's a bit long but just takes about my last year's resolutions and how they played out.  This year, I wanted to do something different.  I don't want to make a resolution, but rather, a life style.  Something that I will constantly work on, try ...

With New Years around the corner, the thought of renewal, restarting, and reflecting is in the air.  This past year, I had a different type of resolution.  I chose a word to overview my year: Surrender.  Each month I would surrender something different, thinking by the end of the year I would have accomplished 12 different things. I thought it'd be insightful to sit down and write out what I had planned, and what has happened since I began this journey 12 months ago.  This blog is more for my own self reflection, so no pressure to continue reading....it's more just for me to organize the thoughts in my head so I can process it all.  You've been dually warned.  Now I'll begin. January Surrendering the need to ask for advice.  With UMD finished, and no more direction as to what I'm supposed to do with my life, I chose to stop asking everyone else what they think I should do.  This month I made all decisions by myself.  For a girl who RELIE...

Picture it: midnight, curled up in bed with five pillows, two blankets, and a down comforter.  You can hear the winter wind howling outside, the sky sparkling and swirling like someone just shook a snow globe.  Lamp on beside you, music softly playing around you, enveloping you in a winter hug.  Mind spinning, body tossing and turning in an anticipation I could not define. I started writing this blog about passion.  But when my mind was tired, I closed my computer, hoping my thoughts would make more sense in the morning.  The weekend came, and in the back of my mind I knew I wanted to finish this post. There was something about last night driving (literally!) out in the sticks, spending the evening with good friends, a wood stove, an acoustic guitar, mellow music, and genuine conversation that made me delve into reality.  Here's a video to give you a little taste into the night, a silly song by a talented musician, the beginning of a night I wasn't expe...

"We live in Holy Saturday -- one foot in Good Friday and the other in Easter Sunday.  We are given newness out of the ashes of brokenness." [ David Tryggstad ] I've walked over 65 miles in the past two weeks.  It wasn't until tonight that I realized I had missed a simple question -- have I gotten anywhere? You see, I've been walking and walking, hours upon hours, believing I was walking away from the past and walking into the future.  Ironically though, I was on a treadmill  metaphorically and literally. To face your battles, you can't just turn around and half-ass walk away.  You have to actually FACE them.  Head on, head strong. I've been plagued with dreams ever since my grandma passed away.  It's still all so fresh, and yet seems like forever.  It's like living in a weird parallel universe, thinking I'll wake up one day and she'll be there, only to realize that's never going to happen on this earth again.  I've had dreams ...

There are two people I thought of asking their view before writing, both are incredibly insightful and have helped me previously when faced with difficult topics.  I realized though, with one being married and the other someone I used to date, I held too much skepticism in my heart and knew I needed to answer this on my own.  So bear with me.   A close friend asked me what love is.  A huge, weighted question, one I attempted to address in a blog long ago.  So after directing them to that blog (May 2013 if you want to check it out), I realized that situational questions called for situational answers.   Why do people come in and out of our lives, many with no apparent reason other than to disappoint, hurt, or frustrate us?  Why do we get so excited about meeting new people, only to have them disappear faster than we get to know their story?   The more I write, the more frustrated I get.  These aren't my questions, but have become ...

You see, I quite honestly believe that every stranger we pass on the street is a connection lost. Every stranger holds the potential to divert our direction, be it for a day or a lifetime. Call it the butterfly effect, sliding doors, whatever—it’s an idea that I find both incredibly liberating and terrifying at the same time. Most people underestimate the significance of a moment. The paradox of a moment is that an instant in time can be more significant than the sum of all moments up until then.   [smd] I've had this jittering anxiousness inside me.  It's this increasing desire, this internal force pushing me forward, this  something  directing me  somewhere .   Inexhaustible hunger. I'm not talking about a physical hunger.  I'm not even talking about a spiritual hunger.  I'm talking about the gray in-between.  The physically spiritual; the spiritually physical.  That aching part of you, the rush of adrenaline in your bloo...