i think God sings to us.
Piece of Peace
After two years of silence, I extended an olive branch last night via voicemail. “Congratulations,” I said. “I wish you all the happiness in the world.” The reply text message said my words were a blessing, that God is a miracle-worker, that I am invited to the wedding. Things might not be restored to their original state of grace. Still, there is enough beauty in this...
We were made to be lovers bold in broken places, pouring ourselves out again and...– To Write Love on Her Arms
Life is at work in you.– Open | Nooma
The place where God calls you is the place where your deep gladness and the...– Frederick Buechner, Wishful Thinking
On the George Washington Parkway, in the Spring, against traffic.
Remember Everything. And time remembered is grief forgotten. Blossom by blossom...– Algernon Charles Swineburn
My love language
is Quality Time. And I hade a focused, friend-filled weekend: Laura @ Spezie with Kristen, Alison and Kaitlyn Linedancing with Donna (and the horrific match.com date stories) Brunch with Alison - too many mimosas Spa-time with myself 7.5 hours with Minjae (dinner, white Lambrusco, house party, Across the Universe) Jog & Dupont market with myself Auntie time with Samiyah and Adeela Cooking:...
The aim of life is to live, and to live means to be aware, joyously, drunkenly, serenely, divinely aware. - henry miller
It’s a disappointment. We have them. All of us have them. You use it....– Al Pacino, Devil’s Advocate
A charity wants to teach a man to fish. An entrepreneur wants to...– something, courtesy of @rmoede
Everyone needs beauty as well as bread.– John Muir (via Nest)
You can’t rely on one person to make you happy. That’s just too big...– Me
Tell me - what is it you want to do with your one wild and precious life?– Mary Oliver
The cruelist month.
“April is the cruelest month, T.S. Eliot wrote, by which I think he meant (among other things) that springtime makes people crazy. We expect too much, the world burgeons with promises it can’t keep, all passion is really a set up, and we’re doomed to get our hearts broken yet again. I agree, and would further add: Who cares? Every spring I go there anyway, around the bend,...
I arise each morning torn between a desire to save the world and a desire to...– e.b. white