dogs
May 24, 2012
re: skinny love
May 18, 2012
“poets are so coarsely …
May 14, 2012
“poets are so coarsely bred they believe in force-feeding, arranged marriages, predestined outbursts. any two tricks between words will do. it’s true, i, too, delight in being vulgar. yet once i was a boy of five years and one place, i didn’t even know the word Poetry existed; i had never read a poem: what did i do then? i went fishing! i lived in a trout’s world, that strange underwater adagio. a slow circle. and now i think of it… so poetically! haven’t i then been two completely different persons? and lived in at least two worlds? china trees, cinnamon trees, cypress and spindle-wood, the ash tree and the holly bush: some dog has shat on them all. the true trouble with poetry is simple: it depends on distinction to survive. and if God is a poet then i am afraid – for it is frightening to think that He is a no one, and speaks not from Himself, but from the character He has found in me.”
on poetry, mary ruefle
new blog!
May 10, 2012
think it’s time to birth a new baby. it’s pretty bleak looking as-of-now, but i intend to spruce it up soon.
http://thewomanchild.wordpress.com/
Brett Dennen – Sydney (I’ll come running)
May 10, 2012
been my jam allllll morning.
everyone i know is looking for protection
November 14, 2011
“you’re already home where you feel loved”
September 19, 2011
wherever I go, whatever I do
July 24, 2011
gritty easy and free
March 29, 2011
a green day in many ways
March 17, 2011
feeling especially courageous and humbly transparent today – all fresh and new and young. learning that the more you let go of tired notions and exhausted dreams and the more you embrace change and newness and growth, the more your capacity to love wholly develops – the ability to love beyond yourself and live beyond the bounds you trap yourself in when you develop little nooks inside your heart.
I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love nooks as much as the next cuddly, cat-loving, homebody, but I’m learning it’s good to stretch your legs and escape those comforts – leave your nook, and take the scary plunge into the unknown. Terrifying? Sure. But equally rewarding. God is good, and I trust Him to provide me with new little nooks along this journey.
perfect picture for my mood. this kid reminds me of Mowgli from the Jungle Book, a character that, as a child, I aspired to be like much more so than Cinderella or any of the princesses…. well, short of Ariel. But she’s a ginger, and gingers always win… especially ones with mermaid fins.
happy st. pats!
