March 2011
35 posts
“No, no, no, no! Come, let’s away to prison. We two alone will sing like...”
– King Lear, Act 5, Scene 3
Some of the most beautiful lines in all of Shakespeare.
a night in march.
“And there we found ourselves. And when we sat and wondered aloud for a while, it seemed to all of us an impossible task to remember any time before that moment. I found myself unable to recall what breathing was before that laughter - that pealing, peeling laughter that wrapped its fragrance around the veins in my wrist and throat and eyes and stripped me bare. It seemed that out of the...
transitions.
From the sea that bore me fully grown it sometimes seems, to the high mountains, to the desert where home has grown into a sensical word. That’s where I’ve already been.
Ahead, my heart beats faster to think of leaving my desert home for moments back in the place I first heard my name, back into dust I go, back to Mexico.
From dust I’ll return to a heyday of motion and frenzied...
“Only the brave should teach. Only those who love the young should teach....”
– Pearl S. Buck (via libraryland)
frustration and freedom.
There are times when you can be really really annoyed. Right now… I am very very annoyed. I feel like cursing. In fact, I have several times under my breath.
But then I need to do a heart check.
I’m annoyed because I spent about an hour writing about the concept of storytelling as worship. I didn’t copy it or save it and the internet ate it and it is gone. An hour of work and...
needs.
There are somethings in life I need around me, just to feel at home.
I need Pilot G2 .38 black ink pens.
I need a moleskin journal.
I need ‘squishy’.
I need post-its.
I need ear-buds and music.
I need 2% milk.
I need medicated chapstick.
I need q-tips.
I need a pair of jeans.
But more than those things, I’m realizing there are some things that I need around me...
space cadets.
I’m supposed to be writing a paper - I’m analyzing how the rise of social networking in emergent adults has paralleled the growing trend of religious dejection and apathy for my spiritual identity and development class.
Instead, I spent the last two hours on facebook, laughing with two girls across the country as we learn each others’ lives. We are going to be living together...
whispers.
Sometimes you just need some old tunes that make good memories materialize in front of your eyes.
Belting Seasons of Love in the hallway with my sister, before I even knew it was a song about death.
Tay-Swift blasting out the windows, rolled down, through the woods with a bunch of friends - who for that moment, no matter what happened after, were my world.
Sitting on the couch of the RV, as we...
salt water.
Life will always only be like the sea.
Crashing and changing, green gray somedays, butter blue others.
There are white-capped, overwhelming, unrelenting, churning days. There are others that sit sail-still, a whisper of wind begging sailor lips light. Still long nights against the cool bobbing bay, counting oneself as one piece of stardust among the rest of the night sky’s purple cave. And...
“I’m on Aslan’s side even if there isn’t any Aslan to lead it. I’m going to live...”
– C.S. Lewis, The Silver Chair (via libraryland)
Today, I...
1. remembered how much the day after the first workout back on track hurts.
2. realized that withdrawing from my linguistics class was one of the best, but saddest, decisions I’ve made in college.
3. was contacted by Study Abroad and was told that Oxford is once again a possibility… as they pursued me, not the other way around.
4. decided that relearning french isn’t going...
Oh The Places You'll Go! by Dr. Suess →
thestarswillshineeverywhere:
Congratulations! Today is your day. You’re off to Great Places! You’re off and away! You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes You can steer yourself any direction you choose. You’re on your own. And you know what you know. And YOU are the guy who’ll decide where to go. You’ll look up and down streets. Look ‘em over with care. About some you will...
“And upside down in air were towers
Tolling reminiscent bells, that kept the...”
– The Wasteland, T.S. Eliot
Tonight I decided to re-read The Wasteland again. And again I fell in love.
