I can’t figure out if I’ve conquered some inner sense of peace, or...
Emily Is Speaking Up: I Did Something Radical →
emilyisspeakingup: I did something radical today. One of my friends sent me a link to an article that made me cringe. It triggered my fears from my background and childhood. I started to panic and wanted to claw at my skin when I saw the title “guard your heart” and realized the post was in support of this phrase….
dirt (rewrite of an old stream of consciousness)
damp soil and how the fineness of the powder of the wet dirt settles into the lines of my hands which someone once told me meant that I would be affluent with eight children and have a husband at the age of twenty six after firmly establishing my career and die at the ripe age of seventy eight of natural causes whats natural about loss other than it happens to everyone and we lose to death...
Thy strength indeed is small. Child of weakness, watch and pray; find in me...– my Savior
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Seriously, my brother is done a lot of cool things over the course of his career. This one is definitely the most directly beneficial to me :P Ever wanted to roast your own coffee beans but didn’t know how? Check out this super fun and interactive, snob-free book for the ipad on how to roast your own beans!
our first may day
today i was burdened with the weight of missing you. i tried shifting it from one shoulder to the next and then tried to balance it evenly across my back but no matter where i put it, the strain just kept pressing down and down i even considered that thing that you always see African women doing, where they put those big ceramic pots on their head and walk so gracefully maybe even carrying two...
marilyn is actually missing in action (due to a) mightly instance (of) attraction (that has) managed (to) instantly assassinate (her) (previously) manageable interest (in) all (things tumblr related) *phew* that last one was tricky long story short, I’m sorry I’ve been so MIA on tumblr. I’m starting to form a theory that states a girl cannot be in love and commited to...
The Compass Song by Marilyn Newell
in the in-between.
It’s what happens in the in-between that defines the significance, the color, the weight of the bookends of our existence. Thousands upon thousands of words collected in between two slabs of marble: all of one’s thoughts and heart and belief and memories collected in between two ears separated by a couple of inches. In between two hunched shoulders beats a muscle that pumps life...
beastsandbowties: I think of You and the prose swells within me, and I cannot help but notice the disparity between You who Are, and I who am yet to be. You are Reality, and I am but an inkling in Your mind - the kind of good dream that one longs for but still fades with the morning light - hovering vapor with no substance.
True love isn’t just expressed in passionately whispered words or an intimate...– Joshua Harris (via astoldbyginder)
Worry implies that we don’t quite trust that God is big enough, powerful enough, or loving enough to take care of what’s happening in our lives. Stress implies that the things we are involved in are important enough to merit our impatience, our lack of grace toward others, or our tight grip of control. Basically, these two behaviors communicate that it’s okay to sin and not...
My tumblr got a facelift
And…here it is! Ta da! Follow Jon’s...
A certain special someone presented a song they wrote for me… then told me it was actually a duet… and then took me to the Yucaipa post office at midnight with all of their recording equipment so we could record it together in the 24/7 lobby with the good acoustics (high ceilings + tile floor = natural reeevveerrbbb) Happy Birthday to me! ;) I don’t like to gush all the...