when you seek me with all your heart...

larameeee: #baguette #sandwiches

Thu, 16 May 2013 20:43:56 -0400

larameeee:

#baguette #sandwiches

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Thu, 16 May 2013 13:29:29 -0400

"Newness often makes us fearful, including the newness which God brings us, the newness which God..."

Sun, 12 May 2013 03:10:35 -0400

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Newness often makes us fearful, including the newness which God brings us, the newness which God asks of us. We are like the Apostles in the Gospel: often we would prefer to hold on to our own security, to stand in front of a tomb, to think about someone who has died, someone who ultimately lives on only as a memory, like the great historical figures from the past. We are afraid of God’s surprises; we are afraid of God’s surprises! He always surprises us!

Dear brothers and sisters, let us not be closed to the newness that God wants to bring into our lives! Are we often weary, disheartened and sad? Do we feel weighed down by our sins? Do we think that we won’t be able to cope? Let us not close our hearts, let us not lose confidence, let us never give up: there are no situations which God cannot change, there is no sin which he cannot forgive if only we open ourselves to him.

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- Pope Francis, http://www.catholicherald.co.uk/news/2013/03/30/full-text-of-pope-franciss-homily-at-the-easter-vigil/ (via younglionyounglover)

Out here she didn’t have to worry about emails and what...

Sun, 12 May 2013 03:09:33 -0400

Out here she didn’t have to worry about emails and what her brother would eat at the next meal. Out here she could be utterly selfish and write and eat cereal.

Stay warm, remember to have some semblance of human. Shave, pluck, jump up and down. Don’t let strange men into the house.

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Sun, 12 May 2013 03:00:25 -0400

carb heaven

Tue, 07 May 2013 19:46:36 -0400

carb heaven

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Tue, 07 May 2013 02:13:22 -0400

Sara Bareilles

Tue, 23 Apr 2013 03:02:05 -0400

“Let The Rain”

I wish I were pretty
I wish I were brave
If I owned this city
Then I’d make it behave

And if I were fearless
Then I’d speak my truth
And the world would hear this
That’s what I wish I’d do, yeah

If my hands could hold them you’d see
I’d take all these secrets in me
And I’d move and mold them to be
Something I’d set free

I want to darken in the skies
Open the floodgates up
I want to change my mind
I want to be enough
I want the water in my eyes
I want to cry until the end of time

I want to let the rain come down
Make a brand new ground
Let the rain come down
Let the rain come down
Make a brand new ground
Let the rain come down tonight

I hold on to worry so tight
It’s safe in here right next to my heart
Who now shouts at the top of her voice
Let me go, let me out, this is not my choice

And I always felt it before
That the world was filled with much more
Than the drowning soul I’ve learned to be
I just need the rain to remind me

"Love doesn’t just sit there like a stone; it has to be made, like bread, remade all the time, made..."

Wed, 17 Apr 2013 17:37:35 -0400

“Love doesn’t just sit there like a stone; it has to be made, like bread, remade all the time, made new.”

- Ursula K. Le Guin, The Lathe of Heaven (via rainydaysandblankets)

paris2london: (via Love Taza | Rockstar Diaries)

Thu, 11 Apr 2013 13:56:34 -0400

paris2london:

(via Love Taza | Rockstar Diaries)

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Sun, 31 Mar 2013 20:19:54 -0400

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Wed, 27 Mar 2013 12:12:48 -0400

Every Day by Tom Clark

Thu, 21 Mar 2013 17:37:49 -0400

Awake the mind’s hopeless so
At a quarter to six I rise
And run 2 or 3 miles in
The pristine air of a dark
And windy winter morning
With a light rain falling
And no sound but the pad
Of my sneakers on the asphalt
And the calls of the owls in
The cypress trees on Mesa Road

And when I get back you’re
Still asleep under the warm covers
Because love is here to stay

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Mon, 18 Mar 2013 01:05:41 -0400

from anne lamott

Thu, 07 Mar 2013 16:00:39 -0500

This morning at 4:00 I was at home, walking the inconsolable dogs in the dark, and now I am leaving JFK for Greenwich, CT, which I think is a very fancy place.

I might have brought a nicer sweater, something more Kardashian and less Mr. Rogers. I have clean socks, prayer beads and a nice lipstick, though, so I should be okay.

I’m speaking on faith tonight, which means this unshakeable, consignment-store belief I have that Love is bigger than any vile schmutz that might get thrown at you; that (as we teach our younger
St. Andrew kids) we are loved and chosen, and in the care of a power greater than ourselves, named Howard. I’ll talk about the three great prayers, Help, Thanks, Wow, and rest as a radical spiritual act.

The talk is at a church, though, so I can’t talk as much as I’d like about the 4th great prayer, “Help me not be such an Ass Hat.”

During the Q&A, people will ask about writing, and I will give them the basic bird by bird talk— sit down and write a little. Try to keep your butt in the chair. Write badly, make more mistakes and messes. Print out more frequently and then send a small check to the Sierra Club. Or a big check. Every writer you love begins with an incredibly shitty first draft—we’re all in the same boat! And no one cares if you write, so YOU have to. Find someone who writes, too, who will read your stuff for you and give you tough and respectful feedback. Do it by pre-arrangement with yourself, because it is never going to be a convenient time to write. Do it as a debt of honor.

The most important thing I will say tonight that life goes by in about three weeks, so be here for it. Stop hitting the snooze button. Wake up! That’s why you’re here.

Most people who come up afterwards to get a book signed will express shock that Sam is 23 years old, and has a three year old child of his own, because they remember Sam as a baby on the cover of Operating Instructions, in a Mervyn’s tiger suit. And I will say, “How do you think *I* feel? I thought he was twelve…”

And I will probably close by saying something adorably offensive about the House GOP, and give a big shout-out to the incomparable Antonin Scalia, for making it harder for Roberts to support him on the Voting Rights Acts. Also, I will ask a young person to google the Thomas Merton Prayer, and then I will borrow his or her iPhone, and read it as a benediction. You can do that, too. It’s all over the Internet. Wait: I’m sure this is totally illegal, but I’ll just re-print it here, if one of you promises to represent me if I get hauled off to court:

MY LORD GOD, I have no idea where I am going. I do not see the road ahead of me. I cannot know for certain where it will end. Nor do I really know myself, and the fact that I think I am following your will does not mean that I am actually doing so. But I believe that the desire to please you does in fact please you. And I hope I have that desire in all that I am doing. I hope that I will never do anything apart from that desire. And I know that if I do this you will lead me by the right road, though I may know nothing about it. Therefore I will trust you always though I may seem to be lost and in the shadow of death. I will not fear, for you are ever with me, and you will never leave me to face my perils alone.

- Thomas Merton, “Thoughts in Solitude”
© Abbey of Gethsemani

prayer for the future

Sun, 03 Mar 2013 02:56:00 -0500

Don’t forget that here is not your home.

But at the same time remember that there are some damn beautiful places that are home.

Remember that this building and true friends are hard to find, that relationships where the ugly is vomited and you’re still able to embrace each other under the reservoir of grace is a glimpse of paradise from God himself.

Remember that places and your body always take time to become familiar. Even though everything feels fake and different and that no one cares, if you could take those small steps to sing and be genuine with small grace seeds, God can make it grow. That it’s not about you but it’s about Him.

Remember, you always hate new things. You hated the first week of any quarter, and you had to swallow and breathe and curl up with books or even drown yourself in movies just so you could get your bearings.

But also remember that with the fear you think. With the fear you are able to push and question and timidly ask why you feel the way you do.

Remember to respect people for the path that they’ve taken, that they are not strong all the time, that they want love too.

Remember that you are but a beggar. Ask God for a candle, a torch to walk in the darkness, to put one foot in front of the other and to remember that he has a burning bush in front of you. A place of surrender. A place of your selfish fat dripping off so you can be the holy saint he meant for you to be.

Help me. Praise You. Help me Sing

There are bigger things in other places, but would you always be the bigger undercurrent no matter what place I end up. that you would be the grand stars within these small hallways.

perfect mornings are spent in silence.

Wed, 27 Feb 2013 12:59:09 -0500

perfect mornings are spent in silence.

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Wed, 27 Feb 2013 12:58:26 -0500

blue-ridge-mountains: Dandelion Wine || Gregory Alan Isakov

Mon, 25 Feb 2013 17:51:28 -0500

blue-ridge-mountains:

Dandelion Wine || Gregory Alan Isakov

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Tue, 19 Feb 2013 13:18:15 -0500