Three possibly four more weeks of school and then all my homework will be in.
THREE MORE WEEKS.
Three more weeks.
THREE MORE WEEKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I just have to hang on for three more weeks.
Then all the stress WILL be worth it.
Three more weeks.
Hang in there Clair Annette!
You are almost done!

"Jesus Wants Me for a Sunbeam!"

"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others."-Nelson Mandela

A New Day

Today is a new day.

Clair feels like she has been in a cacoon for the last six years.
Whilst in this cacoon she has been literally turned into jelly.
In the last little while, all of a sudden there has begun to be a change inside her crystalis.
Things are starting to change.
Form is beginning to take shape.
Foundations are begining to grow.
New strength is found amongst the jelly.
The sides of the crystalis are starting to feel tight against new found wings.

Growing
reaching
stretching
pushing
pulling.

Soon the bonds will break and the new Clair will emerge.
First slowly.
Carefully.
Already there are tears in the crystalis.
Vulnerablity fills the void.

Such real feelings and crazy understanding of what this process must feel like to a butterfly.
Feeling life at this angle is...dificult to explain.
Can only be felt and lived through.

New beginnings.
New feelings.
New standards.
New approaches to life, people, truth, relationships, the world.

All is quiet.
All is loud.
All is hard and soft.

Today is a new day.

If I can just get on the Road...

Well, we are super behind in the blogging world, but I am downloading pictures as we speak. So great things are a'comin.

xo
Clair:)

He loves me for me!

These are the lyrics from the new song my BJ wrote for me about me.:) I love those kinds of songs.:) That are about me.:)

Her Uncommon Sense
by BJ HAMAKER
about CLAIR HAMAKER:)

My Clair's a clever thing
I can ask her anything
And when she answers then
she makes uncommon sense.

one night, no cloud, no thunder
in a field we lie
when aloud I wonder
"how many stars in the sky?"

she said, "All of them.
Where else would they be?
I don't think you're talkin
'bout the stars in the sea.
It's a simple thing
you can understand
it's no complex question
like two birds in the hand."

My Clair said "Ohmygator.
How cold is my nose?"
I said, "refrigerator.
You should hold me close."

She said, "Hold you close?
How else could I do?
I can't hold you here
if you're in Timbuktu.
It's a simple thing
you can understand
it's no complex question
like two birds in the hand."

...he needs to write more verses. This song rocks. You should hear the guitar accompaniment.

"For He's a Golly Good Fella!"

One more interview and we are in......SEATTLE.

"....ooh ah, incredible..."

WAITING. The last frontier.
Or atleast, it feels like it.
Need to expel some of the drama weighting down my insides.

BJ has graduated with his BA finally.
Tick VG. Check!

Now is the time for looking to the future.
BJ had mentioned Japan.
So the last two weeks we have been planning, and making it a possible thing.

Yesterday, due to some EXTRAORDINARY events, including an angel hitting the print button on BJ's computer TWICE, we are possibly moving to WA! Like as soon as we can!
INSANITY. ANGST. SO much ANGST it should be spelled ANGXST.

Waiting is NOT Clair's favorite. NOT AT ALL.
So things are being put in motion, like resumes being sent. Plans for moving being written on paper.

But mostly there is waiting. This will be a slow process over the next few months, with a few spots of crazy times. And then there will be no more waiting. There will be progression. And longtime-weights being lifted off our shoulders. Debt will be taken care of, bills lessened. CRAZY TIMES.

CRAZY TIMES.

This is how I like life.:)
love
me:)