Back Monday night.
|Off to marvel at the Ivy...!|
eating grapefruit at the bar and inspiring other people, letting them know that life is so important
Silent.Getting stranded in the post office parking lot in our frozen car because the battery died while listening to music. No cell service, and the building is hardly warmer than the inside of the car, slowly creeping towards unbearable.
"...you find yourself studying the fine colors on the river, you feel wonder and awe at the setting of the sun, and you are filled with a hard, aching love for how the world could be and always should be, but now is not." -Tim O'Brien The Things They Carried
It’s not her fault she’s falling,
No one handed her a rope
She’s wading through hot waters,
In desperate search for hope
Her eyes are full of salty drops
And her black hair wearing thin,
Seeing the shambles in her life,
She has not a clue where to begin.
I have a friend who took all the doors out of his house one summer. It reminds me there's nothing I have that's worth hiding, he said. No secrets is the key to world peace. He put them all back on that winter. I decided it was peaceful enough for me, he said.***
What if we all got along & people loved each other & sang songs about peace? he said. Would that be a good world? & I said I didn't know about that, but it would be a good summer camp & he looked at me & shook his head & said, It's no wonder you're leaving us with such a mess.***
|Found at kelliehill.blogspot.com |
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|Found this guy on thesmartkitchenblog.com|
If you love no one, and feel that no one loves you, there's no one with the power to sting you by pointing out that you're lying. If an orphan is not adopted by the time he reaches the alarming period of adolescence, he may continue to deceive himself, and others, forever. He believes he can trick the world. He believes he is invulnerable. An adolescent who is an orphan at this phase is in danger of never growing up.At the end of the day, what counts is human connection. It's a bit like rock climbing, if you dare indulge. You can't start a successful climb without the proper gear, and a well-trained spotter. What matters is having someone to grab your rope, before anyone else even realizes it's slipping. We need reliable lifelines who aren't deceitful, people who can see the whole face of the cliff and let us know where to put our hands and feet when we get stuck. We need friends who will stand at the top of the cliff ready to lift us out of our pits, put blankets on our back and salve on our hands. We need people to give us slack, give us tension, and help us stay safe as we crawl our way up our massive rock face. If we don't find these spotters, we'll either be too stunted to start the climb, or end up plummeting off of it somewhere in the middle.
|I always buy cards in this style. They have the best quotations!!|
|Photo is from this site|
It is not what you think, this reaching across the generations. There is no effort of will, no fierce glare in the face of the sideways dance of everyday. There is only the quiet house each morning, filled with soft breathing while you hold your tea in the cool air & always that moment when your love spreads a cloth upon the table & invites the whole day in again.This is a small snippet from StoryPeople, a group of artists who enjoy writing about what makes life unique or strange. They have some great stuff on their site, including note cards with fabulous stuff on them.
|The bumper of an awesome little retro car. I often engage in this fantasy in which I'm wearing a classic 1930s outfit, with my hair curled and tied back in a handkerchief and funky glasses on, sitting next to someone dressed like Jay Gatsby. We're listening to show tunes or something like this, having an amazing time.|