Sunday, January 30, 2011

Friday, January 28, 2011

another one from dear lisa.


sometimes your love, it's so pretty i just want to sink in...
sometimes your heart, well it's so pretty i just want to live there...
oh i wish i could bottle it up and breathe it back like valium
sometimes your heart, well it's so pretty i just want to live there.

so when i find a scientist to help me
and if i meet the Maker of all the universe
i'll ask Him why we're here and what we're here for
and i'll tell Him all the stories about our little world

well i've been waiting, i've been waiting...

sometimes your love, it's so quiet i don't even need to speak
sometimes your heart, it's so loud that i can't even hear it beat
oh i wish i could bottle it up and breathe it back like valium
sometimes your heart, it's so quiet i don't even need to speak...

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

two things cannot be.

two things can't occupy the same space at the same time.

so i choose You.

go on and love her, love her forever...


crazy how i feel, living without you...inside this house that we built. seems like the windows finally opened, letting the memories out. go on and love her love her forever, i will not tell her i told you to. you'll never know dear, how much i love you, lovin's for fools. love is for fools.

maybe you'll find me walking in the garden, looking for something pure. roots that are growing deeper and deeper. maybe you'll pull them too. go on and love her, love her forever. i will not tell her i told you to. you'll never know dear, how much i love you, lovin's for fools. love is for fools.

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

oswald strikes again...

Paul was devoted to a Person not to a cause. He was absolutely Jesus Christ's, he saw nothing else, he lived for nothing else. "For I determined not to know anything among you, save Jesus Christ, and Him crucified."

more good advice...

"keep your life so constant in its contact with God that His surprising power may break out on the right hand and on the left. always be in a state of expectancy, and see that you leave room for God to come in as He likes."

thanks, oswald.

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

row, row, row your boat.

i wake up some mornings and find that it's going to be a scissor day. a day when words that had been lying dormant in me wake up and look me in the face...telling me it's time to move. they begin to fill my heart with all kinds of aching again. so i have to cut even more of you out of me if i want to get any further down the stream. but these scissors are so heavy to hold.

Saturday, January 15, 2011

solitary.


A man who as a physical being is always turned toward the outside, thinking that his happiness lies outside him, finally turns inward and discovers that the source is within him.
-Soren Kierkegaard

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

hmmm...

no sleep. i'm trying. but there's none there for me. so i'm just sitting here with tea and my dear soul sissie, lisa.

Monday, January 10, 2011

in earnest...again.

these were my new year's resolutions last year. when i read them again, instead of a sense of accomplishment, i felt a resolve to pursue them deeper. so here's to my list. earnestly. again. and this picture is by my kelle-belle. my friendship with her has been a blessing in developing the second thing on this list. grateful for you, dear. ALLways.

asking and working for the resolve to:

refuse the growth of apathy in the pursuit of Truth and be devoted to the growth in depth and width of this Truth.

learn of gratitude that does not die at words, but changes oneself. to express this gratitude relentlessly.

be aware of those that surround oneself, to continue in the pursuit of knowing them, and to give them the space to be their unique self.

develop the emotion of longing for the absent into hoping for their joy.

grow this list in the pursuit of the preceding.

Monday, January 3, 2011

em forster.

It is the vice of a vulgar mind to be thrilled by bigness, to think that a thousand square miles are a thousand times more wonderful than one square mile, and that a million square miles are almost the same as heaven.