"Light the candle, John
The daylight is almost gone
The birds have sung their last
The bells call all to Mass..."

Sitting here right now, gazing at my altar, I cannot tell you what I feel. I cannot explain the confusion, the captivation, the physically painful sensation of need coiled like a snake deep in my belly. I cannot explain the way that ( Read more... )

My room right now is so, so warm. I piled extra soft blankets all over my bed and slept underneath them naked instead of under my comforter last night, and I woke up so comfortable. I had my blankets snuggled tightly over every ounce of my body and my back was pushed up against a mountain of soft pillows, and apparently in the night I decided my ( Read more... )

Imbolc is coming. Say it aloud. Now louder ( Read more... )

"Who will go down to the shady groves and summon the shadows there?
And tie a ribbon on their shelt'ring arms in the springtime of the year?
The songs of the birds seem to fill the wood, that when the fiddler plays
All their voices can be heard long past their woodland days..."Last night as I lay awake in the dark listening to "The Mummer's Dance" ( Read more... )

Poll Adventures in ADF

I just found more appropriate lyrics to express the situation:

"The remedy... is the experience
'Cause it's a dangerous liaison
I say the comedy... is that it's serious
'Cause it's a strange enough new play on words
I said the tragedy is how you're gonna spend
The rest of your nights with the light on
So shine the light on all of your friends ( Read more... )

Last night I lay sprawled out on a big leather couch in West Chester. Half asleep and drowsy from medicine, I found it increasingly difficult to focus on the geography textbook in front of me. But I kept on reading. I kept on checking my notes and reviewing the slides. And in the middle of this, I came across a question that woke me up ( Read more... )

"Thinking outrageously, I write in cursive
I hide in my bed with the lights on the floor
Wearing three layers of coats and legwarmers,
I see my own breathe on the face of the door..."

- "The Predatory Wasp of the Palisades is Out to Get Us!" - Sufjan StephensLast night I lay in bed sleeplessly for hours on end. 1am, 2am, 3am, the hours slid by ( Read more... )

"All winter you carved water jars out of ice. How well will they hold the summer snowmelt?" - Rumi ( Read more... )

Weifei and I escaped today. It felt really good. We sold our tickets for pennies, got in her car, and just took off. We drove the scenic back-roads to Delaware, where I last crashed my car and surrendered my freedom, but I didn't feel sad there. The place has a history now that makes me me. We sang along to the radio and savoured the autumn wind in ( Read more... )