This is why I love poets so much.  They know how to put something like incomprehensible grief into words ( Read more... )

"Sudha had no fondness for her younger self, no sentimental affection for the way she had looked or the things she had done.  What she felt was an overwhelming sense of regret, for what exactly she did not know.  She had looked, of course, perfectly ordinary, her black hair worn in pigtails or braids, grown to her waist one year and cut like ( Read more... )

"Advent is a season where we open ourselves up to God, and we ask God to come in to those places where our heart has lost the ability to be filled with wonder and awe and anticipation. And we ask God to go in there and to heal and to transform and to restore and to reconcile and to put things back together that have gotten broken." -Rob Bell

I found a new favorite blog.  'Tis amazing.  Perhaps the best summary of said blog (and new favorite quote): "

"Ink runs from the corners of my mouth.
There is no happiness like mine.
I have been eating poetry."
-Mark Strand

"DEAR EDITOR: I am 8 years old.
Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus.
Papa says, 'If you see it in THE SUN it's so.'
Please tell me the truth; is there a Santa Claus?

VIRGINIA O'HANLON.
115 WEST NINETY-FIFTH STREET."

VIRGINIA, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not ( Read more... )

I've been re-reading Walt Whitman's "Song of Myself" a lot recently.  I actually don't think I've really met anyone that likes Walt Whitman, but he speaks to the side of me that is a nature lover and a philosopher, just as Anne Sexton speaks to the frenetic and insomniatic side, and Robert Frost speaks to the wanderer side.  He also helps me ( Read more... )

A few quotes have been niggling at the back of my mind for a couple weeks, so I decided to finally post them.  I at least thought they were worth sharing.

This quote describes fury better than anything I've ever read.

"...for his Neck is cloathed with Thunder, he will not be afraid as the Grasshopper, the glory of his Nostrils is terrible, he paweth ( Read more... )

My sister gave this to me freshman year when I was having a hard time, and I decided now was a good time to read it again...

The Invitation
by Oriah Mountain Dreamer

It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.

It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want ( Read more... )

....and then I went out to my car to get my umbrella, but forgot where my car was, so by the time I ran around Conrad parking lot and found it I was soaked, had dropped my RA binder twice in one of 15 rivers, my cute-ness I spent this morning creating was washed away.  Actually if it weren't for the flooding and dangerous aspects of it, I would ( Read more... )