Wednesday, April 20, 2011

"Those who believe they believe in God, but without passion in the heart, without anguish of mind, without uncertainty, without doubt, and even at times without despair, believe only in the idea of God, and not in God himself." -Madeleine L'Engle

love this, bek

Friday, April 8, 2011

My friend Teddy gave me this:

I will not play tug o' war.
I'd rather play hug o' war.
Where everyone hugs instead of tugs;
Where everyone giggles and rolls on the rug;
Where everyone kisses, everyone grins, and everyone cuddles, and everyone wins.

-shel silverstein


Sunday, April 3, 2011

its beautiful in nashville.
this song is perfect for today: The Decemberists, Don't Carry It All

Monday, March 21, 2011

have you forgotten?


Have you forgotten what we were like then
when we were still first rate
and the day came fat with an apple in its mouth

it's no use worrying about Time
but we did have a few tricks up our sleeves
and turned some sharp corners

the whole pasture looked like our meal
we didn't need speedometers
we could manage cocktails out of ice and water

I wouldn't want to be faster
or greener than now if you were with me O you
were the best of all my days

-frank o'hara, thank you kquindlen, I effing miss you.

Saturday, March 5, 2011

"How deeply I regret any sadness you have suffered and how grateful I am in anticipation of any good you have enjoyed. That is to say, I pray for you. And there's an intimacy in it. That's the truth."

Gilead, Marilynne Robinson

borrowed these from em's blog, cause she's da best witch.

"I feel sometimes as if I were a child who opens its eyes on the world once and sees amazing things it will never know any names for and then has to close its eyes again. I know this is all mere apparition compared to what awaits us, but it is only lovelier for that. There is human beauty in it. And I can't believe that, when we have all been changed and put on incorruptibility, we will forget our fantastic condition of mortality and impermanence, the great bright dream of procreating and perishing that meant the whole world to us. In eternity this world will be Troy, I believe, and all that has passed here will be the epic of the universe, the ballad they sing in the streets. Because I don't imagine any reality putting this one in the shade entirely, and I think piety forbids me to try."

Gilead, Marilynne Robinson