January 2012
28 posts
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)
Crazy Love
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
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And…here it is! Ta da! Follow Jon’s...
last night
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...
True sentences.: The Truth About Bird Wings and... →
My boyfriend, Jon, is doing a poem a day this January - here’s his entry for January 1st :) Enjoy and follow him here ;)
The Truth About Bird Wings and Beethoven
This morning the rain set in,
but I knew it was going to be a good day
Because you like the rain,
and the last time it rained
we stood under an umbrella
of mountain trees
shivering between our jacket sleeves
as ducks slipped
atop...
New Year, new song :) I wrote and recorded this...