photo.

central park. cold day.

teaser trailer for beautiful.blue is up now !

beautiful.blue Teaser Trailer from Grace Plimpton-Sims on Vimeo.

childhood

little girl sitting on a stair

ragged dress and messy hair

walls around and nothing makes sense

far apart

only when i

dont make sense

a rage builds up from you

and

nothing

happens.

i just wish you'd hold me no matter what.

eternal

i find myself humbled before the King.

i find myself broken at His feet.

i find this eternal, timeless, present beauty in His makers mark.

His seal upon our hearts

His reflection in all creation

i find beauty in revelation

i find my view shifting.

innocence of a dove and shrewdness of a serpent

vertical pictures

wreckless abandonment.

childhood wonderment.

sunup.

gentle presence.

recent photos i've taken

half empty ? half full ? how big is the glass anyway ?

baby joy.

krinkly green with gentle fade.

steadfast.

uncomfortable rest.

pelting river pains

when droplets of youth fall from the sky

and absorb into your very being.

the autumn leaves are swept up in reverse

baggage claim seems so far away

and even when peace is something you carry

adoration takes cover

as pelting river pains come from all directions

leaving without warning

but broken bones heal so much more strong than before

no more following the wind

follow the rock

follow the One who tells mountains to move and they obey

His eyes cannot be described.

I will not sing of what He looks like until I see first hand

but I know with a spirit so Holy, He must be worthy of adoration

He must be beautiful.

He must shine brighter than anything my eyes have ever known

He must be love.

He is love

i love pablo neruda.

I hunt for a sign of you in all the others, In the rapid undulant river of women, Braids, shyly sinking eyes, Light step that slices, sailing through the foam. Suddenly I think I can make out your nails, Oblong, quick, nieces of a cherry: Then it's your hair that passes by, and I think I see your image, a bonfire, burning in the water. I searched, but no one else had your rhythms, Your light, the shady day you brought from the forest; Nobody had your tiny ears. You are whole, exact, and everything you are is one, And so I go along, with you I float along, loving A wide Mississippi toward a feminine sea

sapphire.diamond-dandilions.

rain and steam pour from the gates of the closed sky.

ushering a new wave of something still

something rushing

something devouring

something gentle

voices like swords pierce the air

and go forth

and open

and close

and stand at alert

a new storm comes forth from the bowels of the earth

and nothing made sense until this dizzifying electricity coursed through my veins

when this ship sank to the bottom

the captain left his post

and the ship never looked so good at the bottom of the ocean until now

little crustaceans meander and zip past

creating micro tidal waves

or so they think

up at the surface nothing seemed to fit

the waves clashed

and fought for their rightful path

but when the fights broke out, no one made it anywhere.

eyelashes separate over eyelid

revealing the depths of the ocean

and when it was all over

the ocean seemed to be painted

like a facade

because those little crustaceans were creating tidal waves of their own.

Revelation of the month.

"You will not despise my weak love

You will not deny me

You will not despise my weak love

You will not despise it

Cause You love me just as I am.

You love me just as I am.

You created me in my mothers womb

Just as I am

And even though my love is weak you will not deny it

For you will not, no you will not turn away a broken and a contrite heart

Cause Jesus, You died for me.

Jesus, You shed your blood for me.

And I believe that prayer you prayed

“Father I desire that those you gave me, my bride will be with me forever”

I believe it

I believe that prayer

I believe that is your desire

So I’ll keep coming back to you

Even in my weakness

I’ll keep coming back to you even in my brokenness.

Even in my weak frame

I am weak but my spirit is willing My spirit is willing to follow You

So come awaken love within my heart tonight

Come Awaken love within my heart tonight

I need your strength I need your grace to receive your love

So give me grace, give me grace to receive your love.

To keep coming after you, Lord

Give me grace, give me strength to love You rightly God

Give me grace, give me strength to love You rightly God

Give me grace, give me strength to love You rightly God

Cause my broken and contrite heart you will not deny"

the amazing

the incredible importance of friendship

letting love flow through

and choosing to do so

leads to glorious victory on the home front

im quite pleased with my heart changes

keep them coming

another round for me and my friends

sometimes things don't make sense

but keep fighting

wonderfuuuuuuul.

so amazing.

i love croissants.

while eating a croissant, i realized:

GOD IS AMAZING.

and that really has nothing to do with the croissant.

it just sort of added to the moment.

amazing community

amazing process of renewal and brokenness.

amazing friends and family

amazing dreams and visions

and just incredible life in general.

i love it all.

thanks Jesus !

thank you Jesus for your salvation and amazing wonderful redemptive grace.

thank you for songs and worship and praise

thank you that i was made for You

thank you that im bound to You for eternity

thank you for snow

and thank you for musical instruments

and thank you for soundwaves

and rustling of wind among leaves

thank you for beautiful tattoos

and creativity

thank you for sand between toes

and the never ending lapping of waves on the shores of the beach

thank you for ireland

thank you for china

thank you for france

thank you for new york

thank you for california

thank you for hawaii

thank you for florida

thank you for my mother

thank you for my father

thank you for art

and canvas

and shel silverstein

and e.e. cummings

and imagination

and that there are things in my heart that only you will ever see

thank you that you are my best friend

thank you for deposits of faith

thank you for restoring this garden

thank you for rain

thank you for smiles and laughs

thank you for innocence

thank you for children and how they teach us so much

thank you for protection

thank you for intercession and prayer

thank you for your power

thank you for words

thank you for hearts

thank you for abundance

thank you for lack

thank you for cake

and sugar

and autumn

and death cab for cuties album cover for transatlanticism

thank you for restoration

and oceans

and ice

and coconuts

and LIFE

and sugar

and cinnamon

and john baldwin gourleys voice

and devendra banhardts creativity

and thank you for revelation

and wisdom

and anointing

and half sisters

and love

and purity

thank you that you are you

thank you for faithfulness

and love

and reflections of you

and images of wonder

thank you for cool breezes

and thank you for humidity

thank you for finding beauty in all you create

thank you for friends

and laughter

and thank you for the moment when you realize friends have become more like family.

thank you for Your will

thank you for sacrifice

thank you for hard times

thank you for giddy times

thank you for encouragement

thank you for flowers

thank you for roses

thank you for satin

thank you for the color teal

i could go on and on.

e.e. cummings is wonderful.

i have found what you are like

the rain

(Who feathers frightened fields

with the superior dust-of-sleep. wields

and swirled justly souls of flower strike

easily the pale club of the wind
the air in utterable coolness deeds of gren thrilling light

yellows

lurch and.press

with thinned newfragile
--in the woods which stutter

And the coolness of your smile is

and sing
stirringofbirds between my arms;but i should rather than anything have(almost when hugeness will shut quietly)almost,

your kiss

inspired.

9

heart changes on the surgery table

my spirit soars and my body dissolves

i am weak.

i am so weak.

but my Jesus is strong.

holding onto promises but letting the dream they're attached to die

not looking to the left or right for my answers anymore

its a vertical conversation.

and revelation comes from Him.

revelations color surrounds me

my heart has seen why it had to come

and i continue to lay it down

even though i know it will all be resurrected

a blessing outside of its time is a curse

just as a right person outside of their time is the wrong person

so im waiting for that blessing that i know will come

but i say i choose the giver of the blessing over the blessing.

my heart sees clearly

my spirit is no longer confused.

my plans are not my own

as much as it hurt

but the most painful and difficult decision is usually filled with the most blessing

as long as Jesus said to do

my season of preparation continues.

but now i know what to prepare for

perhaps not fully

but glimpses

and visions

and dreams

that He sent

how could i have believed so many lies about it before ?

giving me peace

giving me patience

giving me the will to take this time and seek Him first

giving me the strength when i am weak

giving me the passion when i am empty

giving me the boldness to fight off the lies because i know the truth

giving me the love when i feel i have nothing to give

giving me the joy when i feel low

giving me the blessing in its time

He's given so much.

my little heart is so full of thanks.

my anthem.

Jesus, all for Jesus,
All I am and have and ever hope to be.
Jesus, all for Jesus,
All I am and have and ever hope to be.

All of my ambitions, hopes and plans
I surrender these into Your hands.
All of my ambitions, hopes and plans
I surrender these into Your hands.

For it's only in Your will that I am free,
For it's only in Your will that I am free,
Jesus, all for Jesus,
All I am and have and ever hope to be.

baah.

here.

changing seasons !

heart changes found atop a diseased tree

finding new meaning

finding understanding

forced blog entries never make much progress.

blown away.

the winds of change beat against my back

whispering of promises to come

but i can't see the path they speak of

i sat for so long,

my Father beckoning me to rise up higher

and i sat for a little while longer

well equipped with wings

because my mind made me confined

and painted picturesque illusions

which i now know belong to someone who lives for confusion

but he can't mislead me

because i see clearly

tell me, how it is that these winds

which in their adolescence were slight breezes,

are now gusts that will soon lift me

create a division between me and gravity

and i'll be blown into a new land

flutter

whisper

soaring

yell

stories to tell

spirits to speak

beautiful release

i can now seek

for He gave me wings

to navigate the night so bleak.

and the night turns to day

and my spirit is lifted away

there is so much joy in loving You.

dissipate into something

finding what is varied and only carried away
distant oceans shout
and retort to all your questions and curiosity


finding something
burn away all the nothing
burn away all the something
anything thats not you

take dominion over all creation
because your throne is a valiant measure
and it holds this note on high
and it sings to us
while we sing back
its a conversation
its an exchange of breaths

and everything is resting in this high tower
preparing for war
preparing for something more
preparing for holy
preparing for the one that will shake the potential to the surface
and concentrate it together
and bring it to the top

scream until hope arises
stand before all creation and stare into the face of darkness
and tear down its facade of greatness
because nothing is greater than the owner of glory
our lives are all a story that declare his love

our lives are all something more.
molecules that make up something greater
fly into the sun and pull out its shine
string by string

smoke it slithers into your mouth and brings forth a great fog in everything
flying away now
wont be back till hunting seasons over.

where is it

i know you told me i could find it

but where is it

you said you'd fight

but i don't see that

murky water

all these lies have been slaughtered

and things have been looking brighter.

but the voyage out and away

brought you back

and bright is bright

but you are you

i guess i just forgot that humans are human.

maybe you had lied

or maybe its just a dilemma

either or its to my self that i have died

and everything is everything. sometimes.

why does it feel like my chest is on fire

crashing on my ribcage

i am stirred

but its done

and i'm done

and its no more than this

faded mercury drops from the sun

and disappears in this abyss.

random thoughts i must get out

sometimes i feel so filled with passion for something

a picture in my head

a sound that must escape from my vocal chords

a feeling that pulses through with the two previous things listed

i need to get it out

but i understand things are formulating.

like the mixture of every creation God has put in me

must level out like some mixture of paint and water

it takes time before you can see clearly everything from this vantage point

so i trust and i wait

and im joyful and hopeful

and this courses through my veins.

all of it.

every bit.

sometimes i feel i can remember other peoples memories.

like i can make a story from this collage of plastered beginnings of relationships

a cobweb connects numerous branches

the spider has left his home vacant for months now

and a new spider takes residency

just passing through

just to look around

no need to make sense. these are not anyone else's thoughts.

Sometimes

e.e. cummings

somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence: in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near
 your slightest look easily will unclose me though i have closed myself as fingers, you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens (touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose
 or if your wish be to close me, i and my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly, as when the heart of this flower imagines the snow carefully everywhere descending;
 nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility:whose texture compels me with the color of its countries, rendering death and forever with each breathing
 (i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens;only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses) nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands

infinite mercy

i want to give all thats inside of my heart, to You.

because You are more than anything i could think to compare You to.

and You know everything.

so why would i ever try to trust anything else ?

!

downpour rain

wash away

all mistakes

flower pedals up the hill

done striving

swirling into something else.

the letter a never looked the same with you

anthem of SDF.

yep.

some things

make some sense of everything

when something was turned into nothing

your countenance i'm taking note of

as something to write about later on.

sometimes the rain makes me feel this way.

and i want nothing more than this.

something cool would be great.

awesome.

vague.

cool.

sweet.

yeah.

eye

i could look at your face for a while

and then

continue wondering why your eye budget was spent

on me

when there was so much more to look at

when eyes make greeting

and continue to converse

i like to think that our spirits traverse

and search out our deepest secrets

before our mouths speak a word

so really, you know everything about me

and i, about you

because we've continually let each other in

through the gates of who we

who we are.

somedays.

i just want to be married and have my own family and work in our garden.

... in front of our treehouse/cottage on a grassy knoll in the middle of rolling fields.

and drive my volkswagen van around.

and theres a lake nearby.

in which i kayak around sometimes. or sometimes just swim to the island in the middle of it.

and ride a horse to the other side of the property where some of our dearest friends live with their children. and sometimes we have community dinners lit by twinkle lights hanging from a giant tree in the middle of our field. with swaying tall grasses.

and crickets.

yeah.

i'd like that to happen.

but the fact it's happened in my dream world will do.

old fashioned

self control.

do it.

rain outside.

i feel like im dreaming.

what happens when its happening.

when you brought truth to the outside walls of the city that is me

it permeated;

through

and seeped into every

building and every avenue.

every tree was&remains alive

it sways to the sound waves of your voice

that create wind and songs through the rustling of the leaves.

sing back to you.

blap.

break.

arise from oppression.

it's all making you into something more.

once you push past and realize its smaller than you thought,

it wont come back.

and if it does,

you'll send it away with one word, one thought.

this is spiritual.

arise warrior.

break through the veils of condemnation.

take ahold of life.

do your part.

arise passion.

live.

fully alive.

yes.

i deserved nothing.

you.

are.

everything.

and you see the depths of my heart.

and love me the same.

i'd like to think of it as a love song from Yeshua.

winter song by sarah bareilles and ingrid michaelson.

This is my winter song to you.
The storm is coming soon,
It rolls in from the sea

My voice; a beacon in the night.
My words will be your light,
To carry you to me.

Is love alive?
Is love alive?
Is love

They say that things just cannot grow
Beneath the winter snow,
Or so i have been told.

They say were buried far,
Just like a distant star
I simply cannot hold.

Is love alive?
Is love alive?
Is love alive?

This is my winter song.
December never felt so wrong,
Cause youre not where you belong;
Inside my arms.

I still believe in summer days.
The seasons always change
And life will find a way.

Ill be your harvester of light
And send it out tonight
So we can start again.

Is love alive?
Is love alive?
Is love alive?

This is my winter song.
December never felt so wrong,
Cause youre not where you belong;
Inside my arms.

This is my winter song to you.
The storm is coming soon
It rolls in from the sea.

My love a beacon in the night.
My words will be your light
To carry you to me.

Is love alive?

this is the melody of my heart beat.

everytime it rains.

my heart resonates childhood memories.

here.

top of the chasm.

calm after the storm.

shifting deep within.

what ?

where ?

refresh of time.

passing moments that can't be relived.

tender whispers that travel across the winds of change.

they make their way to hearts set on fire.

love.

love.

love.

i love

elizabeth.

ashley.

jacob.

i took these photos.